The force surged forward, doubling Holt's gravity.

As long as Holt's memory is reset, the Speaker can regain the advantage in the next battle. He is about to catch Holt, but at this moment, another copper-colored ripple rises from the ground and meets him.

The time ripples released by him collided together.

Blood filled Bologg's throat and lungs. He was unable to speak a word due to the strong sense of suffocation, but Bologg still tried his best to smile at the Speaker, and the time ring on his wrist shone brightly.

Two time ripples collided together. The stalemate only lasted for a second or two. The ripples caused by the time ring were easily crushed by the power of the fantasy species. It was by virtue of the one or two seconds that Huo fought for that

Walter successfully hid in the winding crack and appeared outside the gate of the nest heart.

Holt's eyes were cold, looking at the Speaker and Boluogo from a distance, letting the ripples of time swallow them both up.

Expansion, collapse, and return to the origin.

The Speaker was still in his dead state, and Bologg stood in front of Holt, holding a saw-axe in his hand. It seemed that time had been reset to the moment when Bologg entered the Kingdom of Heaven on earth.

This time Boluogo did not attack rashly. He turned the ax in his hand. He seemed to have entered a state, and his voice became strange.

"Do you know? Nathaniel is not dead. He is resting below. It is estimated that with a little more time, he will have enough rest and climb up the tower step by step and come here."

Boluogo licked his teeth and smiled arrogantly, "Even if Nathaniel doesn't participate in the war, how many times can you do it again?"

"Oh... By the way, I guess, even if we use up all your fantasy seeds, you will still keep one for yourself, right? After all, I have seen too many people like you who are afraid of death, even if I

Your ambitions have perished, and you dare not face death."

Boluogo's speech became faster and faster, "Yes, you will definitely leave a Utopian Seed for yourself to extend your life. In other words, when you have the last Utopian Seed left,

You won’t restart time either.”

He stamped his foot in surprise, "Great, this means that we can capture you alive and take you prisoner, right?"

"What exactly do you want to say?" the Speaker said disdainfully, "Isn't this level of psychological attack too childish?"

"No, no, no, this is not a psychological attack, it's just an explanation of my thoughts."

Boluogo shook his head, "As you said, the Sublime One is supreme. If I defeat you, it means you are not worthy of becoming the ultimate Sublime One, so... you are just a quantifiable resource."

"As an old guy who has lived for who knows how long and possesses a lot of knowledge about fantasy species and the school of illusion, you are more valuable alive than dead."

Bologo said before the Speaker, "You think you won't lose? Even if you lose, you won't cooperate with us?"

Under the astonished gaze of the Speaker, Boluogo's smile became more and more crazier and evil, "Speaker, you are in this position, you should also know that there are too many ways to make a person speak in this world."

The Speaker swallowed his dry throat. He inexplicably felt an indescribable chill on Boluogo's body, seeping into it along the pores of the skin and crawling along the blood vessels...

Suddenly, Holt took action. He took the lead and opened a winding crack in front of Boluogo. The Speaker did not have time to think too much. He was preparing to meet the impact of the two men, but found that Holt had not stepped into it at all.

In the crack of the winding path.

One after another!

Holt chopped several winding cracks on the spot, and correspondingly, cracks appeared in all directions in the center of the nest.

The speaker's heart became heavy, and at this time Bologo's words were heard from afar.

With a smile on his face, Boluogo raised his eyebrows at the Speaker, "Do you want to reset it?"

After saying that, Boluogo turned around and stepped into a crack. As for Holt, he had already disappeared.

The ether is like a tide, rushing towards the Speaker. He continues his previous fantasy, first the Ethereal School, and then the Ascension School... With the power of the fantasy coming true, the Speaker is the real god, ignoring all kinds of iron laws and playing with them wantonly.

Time breaks down the barriers between schools of thought.

The Speaker should be ecstatic at this time, but he only felt cold in his heart.

"Are you here?"

The Speaker shouted while facing the winding crack on one side. From the crack, he felt the approach of the ether reaction.

As if to reward the Speaker for guessing the target correctly, Holt burst out of it, an absolute sense of sluggishness spread throughout, turning the entire area into a muddy swamp.

The Speaker's steps slowed down, but soon, the mutual repulsion of the ether successfully resisted the slow attack.

He commanded, "Kneel down!"

Heavy pressure surged towards Holt, and a hundred times gravity grabbed him tightly, like a different kind of slowness, which slowed him down, but soon, just like the Speaker dealing with the amber package, Holt also

It supports the mutual repulsion of the ether and refuses the restraint of gravity.

"We only need your brain, so the limbs, trunk, and internal organs are all unnecessary things."

Suddenly, a ghostly voice sounded from behind the speaker.

Feint! This is a feint!

Boluogo silently burst out of the winding crack on the other side. The Speaker tried to defend, but at this time, the copper-colored ripples spread, and the stagnation of the time ring enveloped the Speaker, forcibly interrupting his action.

The black hair quickly turned gray. If you want to freeze the movements of a glorious person, the price is always high. Fortunately, Boluo Ge has unlimited chips.

There is no need for almost eternal stagnation, just two or three seconds is enough.

Boluogo approached the speaker, and bit the speaker's throat with his thirsty saw-axe. The staggered saw teeth delicately cut the flesh and blood, sucking the blood.

The Speaker could clearly hear the sticky chewing sound, as if the weapon came to life and was chewing on itself.

"Get away!"

The Speaker scolded, and the power of control that had come true squeezed Bologo, trying to repel him, but as soon as the ether gathered together, it quickly dissipated and disappeared.

Silence? Or prohibition!

The Speaker looked around in horror. The only ones who could level his ether in one breath were the glorious ones of the Origin School. But in this hive heart, there were only Boluogo and Holt.

A strange sense of withdrawal emerged from the wound in the throat, as if someone was sucking his own blood, and the ether contained in the body was withdrawn along with it.

"Ah...ah!"

The Speaker screamed uncontrollably. He had never encountered such a strange situation before, and then he saw Boluogo with blazing eyes.

Blessing, sucking the soul and usurping the soul.

Perhaps due to the trance caused by the injury, in the eyes of the Speaker, Boluogo's smile became more and more exaggerated, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be cracked to the base of his ears, revealing countless blood-stained canines.

"I...got you!"

Boluogo's voice was hoarse. He raised his right hand. Straps extended from his flesh and blood and were connected to the handle of the saw axe. Like a taboo chain, they completely bound the two together.

.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Speaker kept cursing, and he tried to mobilize the ether to disperse Boluogo, but every time he gathered the ether, the accumulated ether suddenly disappeared, as if an invisible monster with a head had swallowed it all.

It's... it's Bologo!

Feeling that the ether in Bologo's body was constantly filling and was about to burst through the alchemical matrix, the Speaker was convinced that the person who caused this strange phenomenon was Bologo.

“No hands or feet required!”

Bologo shouted loudly, and just like before, he slashed at the Speaker's chest with a hand knife, but this time the Speaker relied on the power of the Ascension School of Fantasy to come true, and raised his hand to block Bologo's heavy blow.

"Shut up!"

The Speaker hated Bologg's roar. The voice seemed to touch the soul, causing waves of restlessness.

Blocking the heavy blow and pursuing it, with the blessing of the ultimate power, the Speaker punched through Boluogo's chest, and also penetrated Boluogo's lungs, causing his disturbing voice to stop abruptly.

Boluogo's body leaned back weakly, and just when he was about to fall, he suddenly straightened up again and hugged the speaker's head with both hands.

“No hands or feet required!”

Bologo roared and roared at the Speaker.

In an instant, a sharp stabbing pain came, and the Speaker watched helplessly as his arm that penetrated Boluogo's chest was broken. In the corner of his vision, Holt suddenly appeared behind the Speaker, slowing down his limbs.

He kept swinging the sword, and there was blood on the edge of the sword.

“No hands or feet required!”

Like a carnival, Bologo roared crazily, rushed over like a wild beast, and bit the speaker's face. After a brief struggle, Bologo stood up suddenly and almost tore off the speaker's entire face.

.

The sharp blade in Holt's hand turned back and chopped off the speaker's legs, neatly breaking them along the knees.

"Ha ha!"

The weird laughter continued, and for a moment the Speaker began to wonder what he was facing. Then he noticed that the severed arm remaining on Bologo's chest was actually being eaten bit by bit by Bologo's body.

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Around the wound on Bolog's chest, circles of jagged teeth grew. They were like a meat grinder, chewing up the speaker's severed arm slowly...

Looking at Boluogo again at this time... that was not an illusion. Boluogo seemed to have been blessed by the devil of chaos. The corners of his mouth were cracked to the base of his ears, and his mouth was filled with sharp jagged barbs. His heart was beating at a high frequency.

, the sound roared like an engine.

Blessing and dedicating oneself to fighting.

The saw-axe of Defeat came to life completely, and was completely integrated with Boluogo's flesh and blood. Its jagged fangs and claws covered every part of the flesh and blood like thorns, turning into a pure weapon.

"No need for eyes and ears!"
To be continued...