In the long corridor of the royal city, Boluogo and his party were running wildly. They were rarely in such a mess, but every time they were in such a mess, it meant that an unimaginably powerful enemy was chasing them.

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"I have thought about facing the Night King directly, but I never thought that I would face the enemy in this way."

Boluogo ran at the end of the team, protecting the team. At the same time, the ether was like thousands of outstretched arms, grabbing deeply into the surrounding walls, dragging and changing their shapes.

Whenever Boluogo advanced a certain distance, heavy walls would rise from the ground, blocking the way layer by layer. In this fragile way, he struggled to resist the pursuit of the losers.

"To be honest, I never thought," Sere's voice remained steady even while running, "that he actually turned into a scourge and got rid of the shackles to a certain extent."

Sere glanced back, and with deafening sounds of collapse, the walls controlled by Bologo were destroyed one after another, and the losers followed in the footsteps of a few people and gathered in groups.

These ancient monsters are swaying the ether wantonly, and the terrifying energy is connected together, like the wandering scorching sun, burning everyone's backs with bursts of pain.

Before, although it was difficult, Bologg and others could still try and annihilate all the losers. But now with the Night King's intervention in the battle, Bologg clearly realized that they had no chance of winning at all.

Regardless of other conditions, the Night King's own suppression of Sere and Olivia's bloodline is enough to greatly weaken their power. Sere can still resist a little, and Olivia might directly

Under the control of the Night King.

What made Boluogo feel most uneasy was that the Night King did not show his complete posture at all, but only leaked his power from the Tower of Origin. This alone brought an unbearable sense of oppression to everyone.

Boluogo asked loudly, "He is your father, what can you do? Sere."

Sere screamed in response, "A way? If I really had a way, I would have killed him along with him!"

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, "I always thought you were too cowardly to take action."

"This is one of the factors." Sere's aura became disordered for the first time. "He is the Night King, the source of the blood of the Night Clan. Any Night Clan member is inferior in front of him."

"I really wanted to muster up the courage at the beginning, but facing him, even if I am a brave person, I will become cowardly, not to mention...am I already cowardly?"

Sere defended himself a hundred years ago, "This is a curse from the bloodline, that invisible power lingering between us. Let alone swinging a sword at him, just standing in front of him, he only needs one

The power of thoughts and blood is enough to bite me back."

“Sometimes, it’s not that I don’t want to do many things, but that I can’t do them!”

"Then why did she do it!"

Olivia retorted to Sere at this time, "The purity of her bloodline is inferior to yours, but she still did it. Has the dominance of bloodline disappeared at this time?"

Sere's expression stiffened. What he said just now was indeed Sere's defense. Even if he has the dominance of his blood, a truly brave man will still overcome many difficulties and wield his sword against the powerful, instead of throwing this person away like he did.

dominance as an excuse.

Boluogo interrupted the argument between the two, "Okay! Stop arguing now!"

Swinging his sword, he opened another door. Unfortunately, what was waiting for everyone behind this door was not a safe shelter, but a group of bloodthirsty people and night tribesmen who had already been prepared here.

Obviously, the commotion caused by Boluogo and others in the Pilgrimage Court has attracted the attention of the Disobedient Royal Court. A circle of encirclement is being formed against Boluogo and others, and they have fallen into a passive state of passivity.

Fortunately, compared with the pursuers, the resistance in front of them was not resistance at all. Before Boluogo could take action, a terrifying howling wind passed by, and groups of bloodthirsty people were blown over by Palmer. The invisible wind blade

Cut their bodies into pieces.

At the moment of death, the self-destruction device buried deep in the body of the bloodthirsty was activated, and a series of explosions rang out above everyone's heads and nearby. The entire building was shaken by the repeated impacts, and dust fell like a heavy rain, shaking it to the point of collapse.

Facing the terrifying offensive of Boluogo and others, the night tribes wisely gave way to their position. Their average rank was not high, and they did not even have the power holders, so they could not hinder Boluogo and others at all.

They were marching, but it was the weak obstruction caused by these people that made the group of persistent pursuers finally touch the hem of everyone's clothes.

"careful!"

Boluogo exclaimed, and the majestic ether power exploded, forcibly controlling the surrounding materials. In the blink of an eye, dozens of walls rose from the ground. They were stacked layer by layer, like a thick barrier, blocking the rear.

The road is completely blocked.

This seemed to be a completely insurmountable obstacle for ordinary people, but after a dull scream, terrifying cracks crawled along the wall and spread towards the entire building.

After a brief pause, the thick wall in front of him suddenly collapsed, and under the mighty power of the Glorious One, it turned into a fine dust without any large lumps.

At the same time, numerous etheric reactions rose up continuously. Boluogo saw Okun leaping out of the dust waving the giant sword that was grown with flesh and blood. He also saw several other heartless ones releasing themselves.

With the power of the Ascension School, the body was completely transformed into a monster with a distorted head and eight arms and six tails.

Boluogo couldn't tell whether this was the secret power possessed by the Heartless Ones themselves, or the extraordinary power given to them by the immortal armor, but in any case, under the attack of this horde, even Boluogo could not

I feel that I have the ability to fight head-on, and the darkness is still spreading.

Behind the many heartless people, the pure darkness is still creeping slowly, like an invisible torrent gradually coming in, slowly swallowing up all matter.

Bologo suspected that this was not so-called darkness at all, but an erasure in an existential sense.

Darkness continues to affect reality. Under its erosion, everything around it gradually becomes blurred. All colors, sounds, temperatures...all information that can be understood by the mind are swallowed by this darkness, leaving only

Absolute darkness.

The Heartless ones roared forward. They seemed to be not only chasing Boluogo and others, but more like escaping from being swallowed by the darkness.

The absolutely unknown darkness made Boluogo feel completely nervous. He couldn't help shouting, "Serre! As servants of the Sin of Pride, you really don't know anything about his evil in this world.

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Sere shook his head vigorously, "No!"

He was telling the truth. After living for so long, this is the first time that Sere has seen the evil of pride in this world. Generally speaking, the birth of evil in this world is the last step of the devils to interfere with reality when they are in trouble.

means.

To completely corrupt a man who was loyal to his own glory.

This is a high price, but it also has very impressive results. They have seen the most terrifying evils in this world. They are not bound by the times and have evil power that surpasses the glorious ones.

"We have to start over again."

While Boluogo complained, he used the snake scale liquid to shape a sharp spear and threw it hard into the darkness.

The silver-white metal reflected a short glow, like a shooting star, flashing past in the darkness and disappearing.

No collision sound was transmitted back, and Bologo did not notice any feedback from the spear. Even the ether attached to the spear stopped abruptly at the moment it was swallowed by darkness.

Bologg used his professionalism to speculate on the nature of darkness and deduced from the beginning the power the Night King possessed at this time.

Darkness seems to have the ability to change the dimensions of space. The originally familiar spatial structure becomes blurred in this darkness. Everything is forcibly blended into the darkness wherever it goes, erasing the depth and direction of space.

Wait for the difference, and finally become a huge black plane.

Smooth with no gaps, no depth, no height, no width, no measurable dimensions, like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible to explore the unknown at the bottom.

Seeing Bologg wandering around and peering into the darkness, Palmer and Xinda decisively released the secret power, shouldering the pressure of the heartbroken people for Bologg. But just like at the beginning, they did not have the ability to confront them head-on.

If you can fight and retreat at the same time, all the areas you pass will be reduced to ruins.

Bologo projected several spears toward the darkness one after another, and tried to penetrate it with his own ether, using his own aggressiveness to analyze the nature of the darkness.

But in this dark plane, everything becomes chaotic and blurred, and all the power invested is like a kite with a broken string, without any response.

Bologg frowned. If the crisis of the Night King could not be solved, then the failure of this operation would be declared. Bologg could not accept the failure, so a crazy idea arose in his mind.

"Amu, prepare for a deep overlap."

Aimu, who was hiding deep in Boluogo's body, was startled. After hesitation, he still obeyed Boluogo's instructions. The power of the shadow in his heart intensified, and Aimu sank further into Boluogo's mind, almost fighting with him.

His thoughts overlapped.

Immediately afterwards, Bologg threw several spears behind him, which were embedded deep into the ground. Chains extended from the ends of the spears, tightly connecting Bologg with them.

Without waiting for anyone to react, Boluogo rushed straight into the group of heartless people, slashed with his sword and ax wantonly, and after picking up a piece of severed limbs and minced meat, Boluogo solved the obstacles and plunged headlong into the squirming body.

Within darkness.

Almost instantly, Boluogo felt that he had stepped into a lightless void. Time and space seemed to have lost their meaning, and everything seemed to be still in this darkness.

Vision, touch, hearing... This is a desperate situation beyond human perception, where everything returns to zero.

The darkness began to spread, like layers of black velvet spread out in the space. It had no fixed shape, but was very tolerant. The surrounding materials seemed to be attracted by the vortex of darkness and disappeared into its embrace one by one.

middle.

The same goes for Bologna.

The familiar spatial structure was distorted in this darkness and could no longer maintain its original shape.

As if it was a hallucination, Boluogo saw those distant stars, bright lights, and colorful scenery, but then, they all became blurred under the swallowing of darkness, and finally disappeared.

Absolute darkness, absolute silence.

dark.

There is absolute nothingness here, everything becomes hollow and lifeless, even the strongest light cannot penetrate this darkness, and the sharpest sound cannot break this silence.

Without a sword and losing all his senses, Bologo was left with only his own thoughts, and the thoughts in his mind were running more and more crazily due to the blurred sense of time.

Boluogo seemed to have only fallen into darkness for a few seconds, and it seemed as if he had spent thousands of years here. Without external feedback, Boluogo's thoughts became an island in the darkness, allowing himself to think again and again.

On the way to collapse.

"Blocking cognition, blurring senses...putting pressure on the spirit..."

Even in this situation, Bologo still kept his mission in mind, like a scholar, recording his various feelings in the darkness, and using his increasingly morbid thoughts to deduce the power of the Night King.

But in this absolute darkness and nothingness, no matter how firm Boluogo's will is, he is still repeatedly eroded by the darkness. As if being approached by the Sandman, his thoughts become heavier and heavier, and every thought is so slow, until
To be continued...