Just like this, it is not considered an elite force that rebels against the royal court. After the ripples of the explosion, the sticky flesh and blood is swayed wantonly, mercilessly transforming inorganic substances wherever it goes, turning them into writhing flesh and blood creations.

With the cooperation of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce and the Orangutan Rot Sect, the Butcher's Pit is gradually turning into a huge petri dish of blood, breeding extraordinary disasters and eternal rot.

Boluogo watched all this from afar, trying to calm down. This operation was completely beyond his control, and the situation was rushing beyond the limits of people's understanding.

"It's... so crazy."

Xinda couldn't help but sigh that her past experiences were nothing compared to what was happening now.

Any disaster in the outside world would be enough to destroy a city and affect a country, but now they are compressed together, biting and roaring at each other.

Boluogo was not dominated by rage and asked rationally, "Saizong...isn't Saizon afraid of completely awakening the sin of rage?"

This is a war between the undead and the undead. Every time one person falls, another person rises. Without excluding the influence of external factors, as long as they want, the killing in the Butcher's Pit is enough to last for several days.

The month does not stop.

Horrible blood, horrific flesh, horrific death.

All of this can be regarded as a sacrifice for the sin of wrath, causing him to wake up from his long sleep and once again transform into a furious god, leading his servants on a crimson expedition to burn the continent to the ground.

Boluogo didn't want to rebel against the rise of the royal court, and the dark iron curtain once again enveloped the earth. Likewise, he didn't want to see the wrath of the Scorched Earth happen again.

"I don't know about this part." Sere shook his head, "Maybe Sai Zong has some ideas on his own?"

Boluogo asked, "Do you believe this?"

Sere did not speak, with his hands behind his back, as if the war in front of him had nothing to do with him... indeed it had nothing to do with him, he had already rescued Olivia.

The crisp sound of shattering glass came from the center of the Butcher's Pit, and strange cracks appeared out of thin air in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. At first glance, Boluogo thought they were from the swallowing abyss.

There was a labyrinth crack in the larynx, but soon he realized that this was the reality of the gradual rupture.

Boluogo said nervously, "The reality here is almost unbearable."

Cinda asked, she had never experienced anything like this before, "So? What's going to happen?"

Palmer said quietly, "It's very simple. The material world will overlap with the etheric world..."

Before he finished speaking, several people looked at each other nervously. At this time, they looked at the center of the Butcher's Pit, and a dark void rose from the ground. With the collapse of reality and the injection of massive ether, the dark void became larger and larger.

It rose up and almost swallowed all the undead people inside.

Sere stood stiffly, staring at the darkness. According to what Nathaniel said, as the material world and the etheric world overlap, the Night King will also rise from the imprisoned throne.

The heartless people were fighting with the undead, the tattered orchestra was playing music tenaciously, flocks of wind-eroded birds and bloodthirsty people were running around, the elites of the Night Clan were constantly adding reinforcements, Boluogo and others stood on the rocks of the isolated island, thinking

The next decision was made. In the distance, Melissa and Devin braved the terrifying ether currents and dug up pieces of gravel to save the miserable blood people.

The Song of Windfall is approaching, and the howling wind seems to be weaving a sad elegy.

Sere looked at the noisy things and murmured to himself.

"Sai Zong... Can I trust you, Sai Zong?"

The sound dissipated into the wind, and the stench of blood filled the air, spreading to the standing door of glory and disappearing.

Behind the door, Sai Zong stood in the empty armory, hesitating to move forward. He knew that once he crossed this door, he would not be able to look back. Some things would be saved, while others would also lead to the abyss.

Sai Zong took a deep breath and whispered, "I haven't been this nervous for a long time... I remember the last time I looked like this was my first time participating in a duel."

Vision blurred.

"I remember that I only had a stone at that time, and the other person had a shield and a long knife. I dexterously got behind him and smashed his head with the stone."

Sai Zong murmured, "Keep hammering again and again until I once again hold my own destiny in my own hands."

Looking at the figure standing by the door, Sai Zong asked, "Leviathan, do you think anyone can really control his own destiny?"

"Rather than this, it's better to think about it, does the so-called destiny really exist?"

Leviathan was wearing that bloated spacesuit and leaning against the door.

"You question fate?"

"I guess so."

"Why question fate?"

"Maybe I don't like my destiny," Leviathan said. "If my destiny is perfect enough, I might become its loyal supporter."

"Unfortunately, my destiny is not perfect, and I am not a willing person, so I can only find a way to break it."

Sai Zong walked forward. Unlike the other undead, he did not put on the immortal armor. His attire was still the same as before, with his scarred upper body naked and a rusty skirt and armor hanging on his lower body. He did not look like a normal person.

A warrior, more like a survivor crawling out from the dead.

"destiny……"

Sai Zong pondered these mysterious words and reluctantly looked at his home behind him.

He asked again, "You can bring me peace and a place to hide for the homeless, right?"

"certainly."

Hearing such an answer, Sai Zong's inner pressure lessened a bit, and even the heat under his chest subsided a lot.

Leviathan said, "Is there anything else you want to ask? Sai Zong, if you pass through this door, everything is doomed."

Sai Zong hesitated for a moment and said curiously, "I do have a question."

"Just ask."

"who are you?"

Sai Zong recalled the face under the helmet. The moment he saw his true face, Sai Zong couldn't believe his identity. At the same time, Sai Zong also realized that an invisible conspiracy had already covered everyone.

At this last moment, Sai Zong wanted to figure this out. He was very confused and asked, "Are you a blood relative of the devils, the jealous Leviathan, or...King Solomon?"

Leviathan paused. He did not avoid the question, but confessed, "I am Leviathan and King Solomon, but I am neither Leviathan nor King Solomon."

"That's not an answer."

"It's just an answer that I can't understand or satisfy you."

"That's all?"

Leviathan made a gesture of hissing, "Do you know Schrödinger's cat?"

Sai Zong was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew this concept. The immortal nature of a member in the Immortal Club was related to this. Every time he woke him up, he had to open the door repeatedly until he was refreshed as alive.

"certainly."

"Yes, that's it," Leviathan replied briskly, "Now is not the time to reveal the mystery, nor is it the time to decide who I am."

Sai Zong pondered for a moment and finally asked, "When is the moment of decision?"

"It's not that far away."
Chapter completed!