Boluogo looked at the huge, dark, bottomless dug well, and he couldn't help but recall the former glory of this place.

"It was here that they dug through the earth's crust, mined the original things, and used them to create the embryos of the soulless ones."

Once here, large drilling machines roared on the surface, and the huge drill bits rotated and cut rapidly into the earth's crust. The gravel and cuttings were scattered everywhere, like a magnificent fireworks with sparks flying.

"As the drill continues to advance, the earth's crust is slowly penetrated... If King Solomon calculated the speed at which the ether eroded matter, he could even deduce from the depth of the earth's erosion when the ether touched the material world.

.”

As a scholar, Aimu realized more details from these details than Boluogo. "As for the soulless ones, I don't know for the time being what their use is, but I think they are very suitable for fighting against devils."

trade."

Aimu continued in Bolog's ear, "The devil values ​​​​valuable things, and the soulless people, as the only remaining human beings in the world, must be extremely precious in the eyes of the devil, right?"

Boluogo was silent for a long time. In this dark and dilapidated place, he could vaguely smell the smell of fresh soil.

"More than that," Boluogo said, "Maybe this is a win-win situation. King Solomon made a deal with the devil. The devil gave him knowledge and technology, and he was responsible for creating soulless people for the devil to satisfy the devil.

Desire for value.”

Amu's expression was complicated, which was also a possibility. After all, one of the most widely circulated legends about King Solomon was that his knowledge came from the devil.

The violent tremors coming from above their heads interrupted their thoughts, and countless dust fell down, confusing their vision.

"Under the throne, above the well."

Boluogo recalled the information obtained in Sachin's research room, and he continued, "The so-called starting picture scroll was taken away together."

The beast that devours the herd raised the Golden Palace from the ground, but left the ruins of the Abyss Well in place. Through simple speculation, the starting scroll should be in the ruins at the bottom of the Golden Palace.

"What do you think that could be?" Amy asked curiously.

"I don't know," Boluogo recalled what he saw along the way, "but it is definitely something that is enough to subvert our knowledge."

The deep and distant roar came again, and boulders fell one after another. With the awakening of the group-devouring beast, the entire abandoned land became turbulent.

Boluogo immediately cheered up and shouted to Aimu, "Door! Look for a door!"

Aimu's eyes shone, and she said in surprise, "Yes! Theoretically, we are already in the Golden Palace!"

The two looked at each other and immediately threw themselves into the surrounding shadows, looking for the Winding Path Gate. With Sa Qin's badge, they were walking through the Golden Palace at this time, and there was a high probability that they could directly bypass the Devouring Gate.

The beasts of the herd arrived directly at the Golden Palace.

It is also possible that the moment you open the door, it will be wrapped in light and turned into ashes.

Boluogo no longer cared so much. An inexplicable sense of fanaticism rose from the bottom of his heart. It was a similar state of mind to the scholars. Suddenly, Boluogo felt that he completely understood the scholars' thoughts.

curiosity.

There was no interest, no ideal motivation, and no division of camps. Boluogo realized that the reason why scholars did so many crazy things was simply that they had curiosity beyond ordinary people.

Scholars are very curious and curious about the answers to everything in the world, and they work hard for it.

From the corner of his sight, he glanced at the figures holding hands. Bologo felt that they were not scary, but rather a bit sacred.

Previously, Boluogo always fantasized about how they felt before they died. Fear? Uneasiness? Panic? Now it seems that it must be endless peace. They know that they are going to sleep, but the thought of someone being able to touch that place for them

Being in an unknown place, I feel happiness that I have never experienced before.

"here!"

Aimu shouted loudly that she had found it. In a ruins covered by rubble, she found a door that had almost collapsed. The door frame was surrounded by traces of fragmentation, but the darkness in the door was still slowly creeping.

Standing, as if waiting for today.

Boluogo turned his head and ran towards Aimu, followed closely by the explosive buzzing sound, urging him.

Under the fierce struggle of the herd-devouring beast, the ruins could no longer support it. The ceilings collapsed one after another, like the footsteps of a giant chasing the figure of Boluogo. Aimu in the distance stretched out his hand to Boluogo as hard as he could.

, Bologo roared and opened a winding crack.

The figure flashed several meters away, like a flash of light blooming in the dark night. Boluogo hugged Aimu, and then he found himself hugging a ball of void air, and a golden phantom reflected in his eyes.

, Bologo strode into the door of the winding path.

The collapsed boulder buried everything, and tons of rubble smashed into the abyss, without any echo.

…

"Where's Holt!"

Evan's roar echoed in the heart network. At this time, he was as anxious as a madman. Evan rarely lost his composure like this.

"He disappeared with the Glorious One!"

There was an echo from the Heart Network. It was a desperate outpost. They had been observing the battle from a distance and providing fire support. During their observation, Holt and the Regent briefly fought, and then the two disappeared out of thin air.

In situ.

Even the ether reaction was gone without a trace.

This was not good news. Evan took a deep breath, and the face-burning heat wave hit him. The graystone rift valley had turned into a sea of ​​fire. The heat waves washed the earth one after another, and the figures of the employees seemed insignificant in the firelight.

"okay, I get it."

Evan controlled his emotions. As Holt's adjutant, the deputy commander of the Desperate Outpost, at this time, he must assume responsibility rationally.

"What is the evil situation in this world?" Evan continued to ask.

"It has grown a brain. It seems that someone has forcibly controlled it. Now it is trying to break through the blockade of Raymond Gaiton," real-time intelligence came quickly. "We are suppressing it with fire, but the effect is very little, and

It has noticed the outpost."

The desperate outpost on the cliff was now like a large firepower point. All the forts fired continuously, forming a deadly torrent of steel in mid-air.

The sound of fire was deafening, and the dead and abandoned land was noisy like never before.

The deadly firepower shattered most of the body of the herd-devouring beast, but this was just a useless move. The body was healing itself while it was broken, and the counterattack of the desperate outpost had attracted its attention, one after another.

The giant bone spear roared in.

"careful!"

Someone exclaimed, and was immediately pierced by a giant bone spear several meters long. The figure was instantly crushed into foam, and the building was broken through layer by layer, shaking endlessly.

The ghostly scream came from the air again, and then several giant bone spears came through the air. Explosions continued one after another. The giant bone spears accurately destroyed several forts, and the flames shot into the sky.

The correspondent climbed up from the ground with difficulty. He wiped the blood on his forehead... He was not injured. This was not his blood. Looking beside him, only half of his familiar colleague was left.

"Ha ha……"

He widened his eyes, suppressed the nausea and fear in his heart, and tried to keep his voice steady, "It...it started to fight back, destroying several giant cannons, but we are still resisting."

The continuous firepower on the desperate outpost stalled for a few seconds, and soon it re-entered the battle. Deadly shells, cannons and crossbows were continuously shot into the body of the herd-devouring beast. With the Bureau of Order's many years of operation here, here

It's more of a war fortress than an outpost.

Tons and tons of flesh and blood were torn apart, and blood poured down like a waterfall. The beast that devoured the herd let out a huge scream. In the amber-like transparent flesh and blood, in the deformed and huge brain, Hammer's consciousness was also destroyed.

A series of blows.

The herd-devouring beast was so huge that even Hammer's consciousness was diluted by it. Resisting the burning of the light and controlling the body had exhausted most of his mind. At this time, the counterattack from the desperate outpost was further aggravated.

His pressure.

His consciousness began to become hazy, countless noises filled his mind, and every move he made was accompanied by a huge delay, like a dying old man.

But even Hammer like this is still full of destructive power. With the beast of swarms, it only takes a thought to destroy something.

The ground below began to boil, and the silent ashes squirmed at high speed, showing a strange liquid feeling. Then pillars of air erupted one after another, throwing up the ashes all over the sky. At the same time, countless scarlet flesh and blood quickly emerged from under the ashes.

Get out and climb all the way up the cliff.

Its target is Desperate Outpost.

The swarm-devouring beast attracted most of the staff's attention. When the countless hyphae-like flesh and blood tentacles climbed up the platform, the staff noticed the surprise attack in the shadows.

The pressure increases.

Etheric reactions rose one after another, and the secret energies of various schools bombarded one after another, causing rivers of blood to flow from the high platform.

The correspondent staggered and dodged, his heart beating thumpingly. As a functional employee, like Uriel, he was only responsible for communication, so his rank was only an ordinary first level.

A battlefield of this intensity was not something that a Stage 1 Sublime Master could intervene in, but he still suppressed his fear and continued to report the situation here to Evan.

"Those flesh and blood have climbed onto the outpost. We must dedicate some people to deal with them. The suppression of the evil in this world will be much reduced."

The correspondent reported calmly. He knew that fear would spread, and he must not reveal even a trace of fear.

"Our work is like a duel with death. Once you are afraid of it, your death will come."

Those were the words Holt once said to them, and they were always remembered by the correspondent.

"We're still hanging on," he continued, "and we're still under control."

After a moment, Evan's response came from the Heart Network.

"OK."

A simple and straightforward response without even much emotion.

The correspondent guessed that Evan should know how bad the situation here was, and Evan also knew the fate of everyone next... In fact, the correspondent himself also knew.

But no one exposed this miserable lie. Everyone maintained a kind of blind courage, as if as long as they roared at the God of Death, he would not be able to take away their lives.

"It's a casual job, but if something happens, it could be really fatal."
To be continued...