Boluogo's self completely fell into frozen silence, becoming a corner of dead silence along with this dark nothingness.

A deep and distant voice lingered beside Boluogo's gradually frozen thoughts. The voice seemed to be calling Boluogo's name, and seemed to be telling his own existence.

It was an extremely strange sound, as if there were thousands of snakes swallowing the worms, or as if tens of millions of mice were rubbing their teeth. It was harsh and high-frequency, gathered together, and transformed into the unison voice of countless people.

Boluogo couldn't understand the strange language, but just like instinct, Boluogo understood the other party's meaning and repeated it silently.

"The evil in this world is the darkness of annihilation."

The moment Bologg realized the essence of the other party, Bologg's thinking was completely frozen, and he fell into a complete slumber. He was like a frozen corpse, floating in the boundless darkness.

The darkness and nothingness seemed to have truly defeated Boluogo, but just when they were about to declare victory, Boluogo suddenly opened his eyes, and another soul quickly revived in Boluogo's body.

"We should go!"

Aimu's voice sounded from the depths of Boluogo's mind. With the deep overlapping of thoughts, she seemed to have mastered Boluogo's underlying consciousness, forcibly awakening him.

His empty eyes regained a lively look, and Boluogo faced the darkness, following the preset path, and decisively released the secret energy.

Outside the dark void, the extending chains tightened. They were like high-speed winches, retracting quickly and dragging Boluogo out of the dark void in one fell swoop.

When the dim light shone into Bologg's eyes again, Bologg's thoughts still felt a bit clumsy and sluggish, but his instinct had already taken the lead in taking action.

The spears that had been laid in advance exploded one after another, the red mercury inside completely burned, and the roaring explosion completely covered the lost souls and the darkness of nothingness.

Boluogo rushed out of the sea of ​​​​explosion fire and fell into the crowd again. He suppressed the feeling of emptiness lingering in his heart and asked, "How long have I been sneaking in?"

"It was only about ten seconds," Palmer responded, "I thought you were crazy and going to die."

Boluogo's face turned pale, "No... I just want to experience the power of the Night King for myself."

Sere asked as he ran, "How do you feel?"

"It's very bad," Bologg said again as he always raised the high wall to block the enemies behind him, "It's very bad. That darkness seems to be able to annihilate all 'information', first the various influences from the outside world, and then the body's senses

, until the self-awareness...it is like an absolute abyss, swallowing everything."

The influence of darkness and nothingness on Boluogo still lingered in his mind, and he clumsily described the forbidden power.

"Then what should we do? Turn around and fight him to the death?"

Xinda couldn't help but said that she couldn't kill the Night King with just her own strength. This would require at least an army.

"Get out of here first!"

As Boluogo spoke, he injected a large amount of ether into the ground under his feet. In an instant, the earth trembled and cracked. The ground under everyone's feet quickly rose up, like a rapidly rising mountain range, smashing through the layers of ceilings and forcibly breaking through the walls of the royal city.

architecture.

The roars of the heartless ones lingered behind them, and the raging sound wave shattered pieces of buildings. However, under Boluogo's precise control, the rocky soil that rose from the ground still piled up a giant tower hundreds of meters long.

, sending everyone out of the maze-like palace abruptly.

The biting cold wind blows against my face. I look down and see the Royal City in front of me. Looking back, I see a giant rock thorn protruding from the palace of the Royal City, as if a spear thrown by a giant has been nailed into it.

In the city.

Just as Bologo took a breath, he saw the Heartless Ones also breaking through the obstacles and running towards everyone along the giant rock thorns. Xinda instinctively took a step back, but with this kick, she almost stepped on it.

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Palmer nervously held the rapier and asked without looking away, "As the Lord of the Night Clan, don't you have nothing to do?"

"In the face of absolute power, any trick is meaningless."

Sere looked at the enemies rushing towards them, shook his head and said, "I can release my own power to solve the current crisis, but after that, my power will cause even greater disasters."

"Once you release your power, all the Night Tribes will be aware of your presence," Boluogo laughed unexpectedly, "I think they will definitely abandon the enemies in front of them, swarm towards you, and tear you into pieces.

"

"More than that."

Sere stared at the dark void spreading from the ruins. It seemed that the Night King had not noticed Sere's existence yet.

"Here they come!"

Olivia interrupted the conversation of several people, and then the shadows surged and squirmed, completely wrapping them up in one fell swoop. The next second, horrifying sound waves swept across the location of several people, and amid violent tremors,

The giant rock spurs collapsed one by one, scattering thousands of tons of rubble towards the ground.

Pieces of buildings were broken down and crushed. In the large dust that spread, creeping shadows fell to the ground, swelled and then shattered, like huge water droplets smashed on the ground. Several people emerged from them, and they

Under Olivia's protection, they were not harmed at all.

Just as his vision regained its clarity, Boluogo smelled a strong smell of blood, and then he saw the mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled up around him.

Blood gurgled across the ground, and most of it had dried up, making the ground dark red and sticky. Palmer raised his feet, and the soles were covered with sticky blood.

Behind the piled up corpses, bloodthirsty people poked their heads out. Just as Bologger was alert, thorny thorns burst through the air and easily penetrated the bodies of the bloodthirsty people, killing them.

Like prey, they are neatly connected on the scarlet branches.

Seeing the thorns, Boluogo felt the saw-axe in his hand stir inexplicably, and then with a strange friction sound, a monster covered in thorns pushed away the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and appeared in front of Boluogo.

In front of you.

"York?"

Boluogo recognized this monster at a glance. It was none other than one of his team members, York, who had disappeared in Greystone Town.

Unfortunately, at this time, York's mind was completely occupied by rage and evil power. He could no longer recognize Boluogo, and only regarded them as fresh flesh and blood, waiting to be challenged in the Butcher's Pit.

There were overgrown thorns, blocking all roads, and then black shadows fell from the sky. The losers descended from the broken and collapsed rock spurs, surrounded Boluogo and others from behind, and slowly approached.

"Is this the greatest crisis in history?"

Palmer took a few steps back and leaned against Bolog's back. Bolog was silent. He could sense that there were more bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty people outside the Butcher's Pit.

The night tribe is gathering, and the creeping dark void is also extending from the ruins, like a slowly advancing wave of darkness.
Chapter completed!