Endless Debt.

Chapter 769

Chapter 769

First seat!

When this name was uttered from the mouth of the Shadow King, Bologo's fiery blood cooled down, and his eyes stared straight at the comer who grabbed the scythe, with deep depression and a creepy death intent The spread doesn't stop.

Bologo suddenly felt inexplicably absurd. He was like a headless fly, accidentally knocked down, and broke into the dispute between legends.

The continuation of the war.

This is not only the continuation of the secret war, but also the continuation of the first seat and the second seat. Since the cooperation with the Bureau of Order, the Oath City Opus is no longer a restricted area for the king's secret swords. Opportunity, the first seat sneaked in personally.

Just to kill the shadow king and correct mistakes.

"No... damn it."

Burrogo cursed in a low voice, how could he believe that the secret infiltration of the first seat was just to kill the Shadow King?Once the Shadow King dies here, their first goal has been achieved, and then they will honestly leave with Xilin's body, or... start another secret war.

A fragile brain is like an overheated processor. In an instant, tens of thousands of pieces of information flashed through Burrogo's mind. He analyzed every possibility of the evolution of the situation from an expert's perspective and a game perspective.

As long as the Shadow King dies, the biggest internal trouble of the King's Secret Sword will be resolved, and the power of division will gradually disappear until the rusty blade becomes sharp again.

Not to mention, even if the Bureau of Order reached an agreement, no matter how you look at it, there is no reason for the decision-making room to allow the first seat to reach such a core area as the Great Rift.

It felt like the King's Secret Sword invited Nethaniel to be a guest at the Pillar of Kingship. Nethaniel refused to kill the King of Terror, which was not in line with his character and interests at all.

The same goes for the King's Secret Sword.

"Decision-making room, did you make a mistake?" Bologo murmured, "Or, this is also within your expectations, so what exactly is your purpose?"

Bologo couldn't understand the decision-making room's approach more and more, and he didn't have time to go to the decision-making room to question him. He had to make a decision now.

Whether to let the first seat kill the Shadow King according to the original plan, or to find a way to keep the Shadow King alive and maintain a balance of power between each other.

"The first seat, the fourth seat, and the red dog who is the sixth seat..."

Boluogo was thinking about the list in his heart, and no one knew whether there were still a large number of king's secret swords secretly waiting for orders besides Opals.

Thinking stopped, Burrog tried to activate the secret power to seize the opportunity, but the Shadow King was faster than him.

The Shadow King suddenly disappeared in place, and a strong sense of crisis rose in Bologo's heart. The next second, the dark armor had arrived in front of Bologo, and the bright fireworks were wrapped around the blade. So close to him, the searing heat scorched his skin, that Burrog could hear the hiss of water evaporating.

"Don't use the secret power."

The extremely low voice came into Bologo's ears, stopping Bologo's thought of fighting back.

"They can't be trusted."

The sound continued to spread into the ears, and it was limited to this narrow area, and the farther range had long been covered by the whistling sound of the rising fireworks.

"You..."

Burrog tried to say something, but the sword of fire had already cut on his chest, and the irresistible power of the Glorious One stopped all voices abruptly.

"You know what to do."

The high temperature burned through Bologo's clothes, melted the snake scale liquid and the blood armor, and a long and narrow wound spread across Bologo's chest. The blood evaporated quickly before overflowing, and then the wound burned under the high temperature Black coke agglomerated together.

Burrog's vision quickly darkened, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, his eyeballs had evaporated and disappeared, and his skin began to wither, and then he was savagely pulled out by the fire sword like a cannonball.

I saw a flaming corpse quickly smashing towards the upper floor, and after penetrating through an unknown number of layers of ruins, the sound of the impact slowly stopped.

After getting rid of the "obstructive" guy, Bologo, the Shadow King slowly turned around and faced the scarlet-clothed Grim Reaper.

It's like getting rid of an insignificant person, the first seat didn't notice the difference.

The first seat stepped forward unhurriedly, and under the darkness of the hood, a hoarse voice sounded, "Xilin has been dead for so long, what are you still holding on to?"

He seemed extremely troubled, "Why can't you just die obediently?"

"Die obediently, and then hand over this world to you?"

The Shadow King shook his head, and he said firmly, "Losing both is better than letting you win alone."

The point of the sword was hanging down, and both hands were pressed on the hilt. The Shadow King's movements seemed to be relaxed, but in fact he was tense all over. He knew that this might be his last bloody battle.

The first seat was silent for a while, and a faint sigh sounded.

"What a sad answer, brother."

The first sweep rolled up the scythe, and the eerie white mist overflowing around him also rolled up, and waves of mist spread towards the Shadow King.

The gust of wind rolled up the scarlet robe, revealing the same fortified metal armor underneath. The densely packed gray and white skulls were inlaid on the breastplate, and there were many black spikes on the edges, as if it had been in low temperature for a long time. The surface of the armor was still condensed. A thin layer of frost, with bits of condensation hanging from the spiky tips.

The turbulent white mist filled the surroundings, and the two seemed to be fighting on a surface of rising mist. The scythe slowly swayed, and the first seat was like a ferryman of the Styx, and the death spread and spread.

Condensed into clouds, constantly surging forward, like a mysterious river of life, in its softness, flexibility and smoothness, there is a piercing breath of death.

There was no sound, the rock it touched began to rot and decay, and turned into a pile of dust in a blink of an eye. This was not the first time that the Shadow King saw this white mist. He knew whether it was animals or plants, whether it was organic or Inorganic matter cannot escape its devastation.

The flesh and blood will turn into a pile of bones, and the rock and metal will be destroyed from the inside out. It is like the materialization of the concept of death. With the continuous waving of the scythe by the first seat, more and more white mist, It surges forward like a monstrous tide, and everything in its path will perish.

The Shadow King took a deep breath, clenched the hilt of his sword, and raised the fiery sword high. With the injection of the power of the Glory One, the raging fire ignited again.

The color of the flame was neither red nor orange, but a fiery golden color, and the light spread from the center of the blade, looking like burning sunlight.

The first seat whispered, "It's been a long time, the sword of the core flame."

Among the king's secret swords, there are several supreme secret swords, which were forged by the sages of the Kogadel royal family for countless years.

They themselves are made of some kind of weird metal. The metal has strong expandability, and the alchemy matrix attached to it can be adjusted with the changing times. That is to say, these supreme secret swords are rare. Alchemy weapons that will not be abandoned by the times.

But are they really alchemy weapons?

The first seat remembers the secrets circulating in the royal family of Kogadel. These supreme secret swords are not mysterious and changeable contract objects, and the strange metal carrying the alchemy matrix was once suspected to be the royal family of Kogadel from the devil. What they asked for in their hands.

The supreme alchemy weapon built with the contract object as the metal base.

With the burst of power of the Glorious One, the supreme secret sword that had been silent for many years faded away from its rust and regained its new life.

The Sword of Core Flame has a long and wide blade, like a mirror, as bright as steel, and its shape is very graceful, like a huge geometric pattern. When you look closely, it is not difficult to find that these small details are inlaid on the whole sword. Every corner of the blade, whether it is the gorgeous carving on the hilt or the delicate silver pattern under the blade.

Against the background of the fire, the sharp blade is sharp and fierce. Once it is cut off, it will surely dance the sky with flames. The hilt is inlaid with gold and emeralds. It has both the power of fire and the splendor of gold. It seems to be a symbol of burning authority and status.

The expansion of the white mist was hindered by the fireworks, and the first seat asked in puzzlement, "Why don't you use the secret energy?"

"Or...you can't use it anymore?"

The first seat laughed hoarsely, "Yeah, you have been reduced to relying on alchemy armor to survive, not to mention using secret energy, even the power supporting the sword of the core flame will make you feel exhausted ?”

"You...why aren't you?" Shadow King said in a low voice, "Are you the first seat, or the armor that wraps the first seat's corpse?"

The laughter of the first seat froze, as if being poked into a sore spot, he called for the invasion of the white mist, and the billowing thick mist swept towards the Shadow King. They seemed extremely soft, but contained infinite destruction ability.

In an instant, the gas in the air became chaotic, the lava evaporated, the metal began to corrode, the utensils turned into powder, and the rows of corpses also dissolved involuntarily, allowing the white mist to erode wantonly.

Like a sea tide, it attacked the Shadow King in the fire one wave after another, and the intensity of each wave gradually increased, and the whole process seemed endless.

The erosion process is like the waves in a storm eroding the rocks on the shore, mercilessly turning the target material into doomsday ashes, and all mortal materials will fall apart and become nothing under its power.

Under the protection of the white mist, all objects reached their limits in an instant, their physical attributes were partially or completely changed, lost their original appearance, and turned into dust under the domination of the white mist.

After a short confrontation, Fireworks gradually fell into a disadvantage. The Shadow King was not surprised by this result. He was once defeated by the first seat. Now relying on such a body, he does not feel that he has How many odds are there.

But that's no reason to give up.

The Shadow King glared at the first seat, and the first seat stood there, watching the slow death of the Shadow King. The death breath on the Shadow King became more and more intense under the infiltration of white mist, as if a dark python was slowly devouring his body.

He didn't choose to back down, but put the fire sword in his hand in front of him, ready to meet the power of the white mist.

The white mist itself was not to be outdone, and the power of countless waves overlapped together, surging like a sea wave, becoming stronger and more unstoppable.

The fireworks were born, the electric arc was stirred up, and the power intertwined into a ball, forming layers of terrifying ripples around the shadow king and the first seat. In the violent shock, the overflowing power escaped and destroyed the surrounding area, and the Fog Abyss Fortress was once again destroyed. Entering the collapse, large areas of buildings smashed into the sea of ​​fog.

After resisting the attack of dozens of waves of white mist, the fire weakened, and the Shadow King finally blocked this endless erosion force.

An unyielding light flashed in the Shadow King's eyes, and he resolutely decided not to avoid this battle any more. The fiery sword in his hand hummed harshly, and the blade gradually became dark and heavy.

There was a mechanical sound under the pitch-black armor, and as the built-in needle was inserted into the withered body, a large amount of awn and silver souls were injected into the body. Stone, let him absorb ether.

These philosopher stones and silver souls traded with Mammon are preparing for the decisive battle at this moment.

Under his control, the gathered ether burst out a dazzling stream of fire, the heat was highly condensed, like a red line, and everything burned wherever it went.

All the white mist became as fragile as glass at this moment, shattering one after another, turning into countless dust.

The first seat let out a strange howling that was impossible for human beings, and waved the scythe. The sea of ​​mist continued to rise and rise. The rolling and expanding mist created ghostly figures, and they gathered into an army of destruction. It shot towards the center of the white mist.

The Shadow King saw countless bone-white mist entangled together. This energy was shaped like a giant python, attacking like a poisonous snake, and instantly compressed the center of the white mist into a small area.

During the compression process, the destructive power multiplied, the air seemed to be torn apart, and then an incomparably pure stream of fire was released from the fire sword again, just like sea water washing away sand on the shore, it began to wash away All the white fog around.

The Shadow King strode forward, steam spurted from his back, and several empty containers popped out and smashed to the ground.

The Shadow King knows what kind of person his opponent is. He is cold-blooded, evil, arrogant and cautious, full of vigilance.

The first seat did not choose to fight head-on, but continued to consume himself. The Shadow King guessed that he was afraid of himself. He was afraid that he might have traded with Mammon for so many years in the Great Rift, thus gaining some Unknown power.

Yes, the first seat is too aware of how terrifying the power of the devil is, and he himself has the power of the devil, the servant of that lady.

"What are you wary of!" Shadow King invited Zhan, "I'm different from you!"

The first seat was unmoved, and in the darkness under the hood, a pair of cold eyes looked at the Shadow King.

Shadow King has changed.

The first seat thought in his heart that he was familiar with his brother's character, but since the end of the secret war, when he attacked and killed him, the first seat had already noticed his strangeness, and the shadow king became strange, as if Then there was the blood relative he was familiar with.

Forget it, what's the point of such a thing?Everyone is constantly changing, such as him, such as... himself.

The approach of the Shadow King set off a series of supernatural phenomena, as if all the power had been exhausted, the huge ether gathered on the tip of the sword, and the concentrated power was like a miniature sun, burning all the white mist that approached.

With breathing, the fireworks rise rhythmically, which is like an inevitable entropy, each wave will increase, and finally wipe out all the white mist.

At the moment of burning, the Shadow King had already reached the front of the first seat.

The brilliant fire sword was swung high, and the scythe of the skull was also swung in an arc of death.

There was a bang, and a more powerful force was rolled up. The frontal confrontation between the glorious ones set off the destruction of the ether. This force has surpassed the limit that the material world can carry, and even caused the reality of this area to begin to collapse.

Many natural phenomena alternate in the high-concentration ether, the gas accumulates into small clouds, bright lightning shuttles through them, deafening thunder continues, and the whole world is torn apart.

The roaring vibrations continued to spread to the periphery, the Fog Abyss Fortress completely collapsed, the entire cliff began to collapse, and the scope of the earthquake quickly spread to the outer area.

The fourth seat who was fighting felt the impact, and then the ripples of the ether swept down a large crowd, and even the sea of ​​fog was stirred up.

The great rift oscillated continuously, and even Levius and the red dog at the edge felt this abnormality. Immediately afterwards, gusts of air flow erupted at high speed, setting off long-lasting columns of air.

Shockwaves swept towards the urban area outside the big rift, and the tall buildings began to shake. Amidst the terrified cries of the citizens, cracks covered the surface of the walls.

The shock also caused a deeper disaster. The fire hydrants burst one after another, and the water column rose one after another. After a short pause, the buried gas pipeline was affected by the impact of ether, and the reality was slightly distorted. There was a series of explosions.

The disaster came suddenly, high-temperature air rushed out of the large crack, the shock wave overturned the vehicles on the street, and knocked down countless citizens. The high-temperature gas filled with ash infiltrated the surrounding air, and some citizens held their throats in pain. Difficulty breathing.

The power of the Glory gathered together and turned into a terrifying frenzy, flooding the entire battlefield, turning everything into ashes.

During the successive destructions, Bologo struggled to open his eyes. After a short rest, he came back to life again, pushed away the slate that was pressing on his body, and Burlogo was in a trance for a moment. Without turning back, he fled towards the outside world.

It's a conspiracy!Burrog nearly yelled.

There is no absolute justice and evil, but only the position of dividing interests.

After weighing the pros and cons, the Shadow King chose to cooperate with Bologo, and with his immortal power, he knocked Bologo out of the battlefield and brought the news of the first seat to the Bureau of Order.

Compared to being beheaded by the Bureau of Order, what is even more unacceptable for the Shadow King is to die at the hands of the first seat.

Bologo controlled the falling boulder and walked quickly over the ruins. At this moment, the Mistpit Fortress no longer exists, and there are only huge corpses that have not yet collapsed.

The king's secret sword is not worthy of complete trust. It can be seen from the secret infiltration of the first seat. Who knows what he will do after killing the shadow queen?

Bologo thought of it, snatching Xilin's body, and achieved multiple goals at once. He even said that the king's secret sword still has enough power to cause a certain degree of damage to the city of oath, Opus.

Crazy thoughts filled Bologo's mind, and he desperately fled towards the end of the ruins regardless of the loss of his own ether.

The fourth seat finished off the last silver knight, and the broken alchemy puppet fell into the sea of ​​fog and disappeared.

Feeling the palpitating etheric fluctuations from afar, the fourth seat looked at the Wordless who had reached the rank of defender.

"Do you want to continue?" the fourth seat asked.

The Wordless One hesitated for a moment. Obviously, the appearance of the first seat was beyond his imagination.

A gust of mist passed by, and the figure of the Wordless Man disappeared on the battlefield. Seeing this, the fourth seat was relieved. Mammon is a smart devil, and he knows how to maximize his benefits.

The Shadow King can no longer survive, Mammon's investment has failed, and his only way out now is to stop interfering with the King's Secret Sword and let them fight the Bureau of Order to the death.

Time goes by, time changes, and the endgame of the past is repeated at this moment.

(End of this chapter)