Chapter 1104 The Sleeper

Under the powerful influence of several Glorious Ones, high-concentration ether collided fiercely in the air, forming powerful power fluctuations. The excess ether easily subverted the material world and crushed all common sense.

Boluogo stepped forward in the chaotic ether flow, and the two scarlet figures in front of him attacked alternately. Without any pause, he lifted his sword and ax while riding the cyclone.

In the reverberation of the roar, Boluogo intertwined with one of the scarlet shadows, and then another explosion sounded. Xilin waved the core flame sword and swept out a stream of fire in mid-air.

Every intersection of power will trigger a series of visions, and reality will become fragile and on the verge of fragmentation under these ripples.

Paranormal phenomena that went against common sense descended on this land one after another. First, a strange low temperature swept across the blazing sea of ​​​​fire. The flames were extinguished instantly, and the originally charred and decayed ruins were quickly covered with a thick layer of frost. Then, , the roar of thunder resounded across the sky, and violent thunder fell from the sky, easily crushing everything that had just been covered by frost.

Trees, frost, and even debris on the ground were all turned into dust by the raging thunder. Countless tiny dust particles flew in the air, forming a gray world.

In a moment, the blazing sea of ​​fire was shaken out of a fireless pure land by the aftermath of the battle. Boluogo landed heavily, and the scarlet shadow that followed him also came.

The vast dust enveloped the two of them, and as the ether burst out again, dense arcs of electricity bounced among the dust, like a string of dazzling power grids, intertwined and making a crackling sound.

"Bologo Lazarus!"

The scarlet shadow loudly called out Boluogo's name. He calmly passed through the power grid, and the ether erupted around him, setting off strong air currents and sweeping away all the dust around him.

"I have heard of your name," Scarlet Shadow continued. "It is said that you and Xilin are the two most powerful Glorious Ones in this era."

Boluogo had become accustomed to the fact that the other party could call out his name. He had a sullen face and did not make the slightest reaction. He clenched his sword and ax vigilantly and carefully observed the other party's appearance and demeanor.

He has a face whose age is hard to identify and has no features. His whole body is tightly wrapped in a scarlet robe. His exposed head and arms have no hair at all, and his skin is as smooth and white as the finest porcelain.

What is striking is that such smooth and fair skin is covered with complex scarlet tattoos. These tattoos not only cover the arms, but also cover the head.

The tattoos are winding and twisting, like fresh blood veins, which are particularly eye-catching on the man's fair skin. Whenever he activates the ether, the trajectory of the alchemical matrix will perfectly overlap with these tattoos, as if the two are one.

It was also at this moment that his figure seemed to be reflected in an extremely fresh blood color, full of taboos and unknowns.

"Don't care about what he says, just treat him as a more powerful creature of flesh and blood."

Xilin's voice came from above Boluogo's head. The next moment, Xilin's figure appeared in the rolling storm of ether and quickly came to Boluogo's side. However, he did not step on the ground and still maintained a certain degree of stability. Hanging.

The scattered secret swords returned one by one, and they rejoined behind Xilin, turning into a slowly rotating ring of swords again. At the same time, another scarlet shadow also rushed out from the etheric turbulence.

The two scarlet shadows stood side by side. Boluogo discovered unexpectedly that the two people actually had similar faces. There was not much difference in height and body shape. They were like twin brothers and like the Silent Man. The strange existence of copying.

Boluogo wondered, "What on earth are they?"

"The strong men from the old era, in order to survive, they became Beelzebub's debtors," Xilin said coldly and ruthlessly, "and the way they achieved immortality was to sleep in the kingdom of jelly and let them do whatever they wanted. Those twisted flesh and blood transformed their bodies until they became the most perfect state of flesh and blood life... which is what Beelzebub calls them Sleepers."

Boluogo nodded silently. Every devil was preparing for the doomsday battle. For the decisive victory at that moment, they started planning and accumulating strength thousands of years in advance. The emergence of such reserve strength was completely expected by Boluogo. After all, he had already experienced something similar in the battle in the Land of Eternal Night.

"After a long period of in-depth transformation of the body and soul, their alchemical matrix has been optimized a lot. Although it lags behind the current era, it does not need the blessing of bulky immortal armor."

After this period of confrontation, Xilin has learned enough about these existences, and he continued to introduce them.

"The person you are talking to is Valadi of Canying. He was active a hundred years ago. He followed the first king and participated in the founding battle of the Kogadel Empire. He is considered one of the founding fathers. His family is still here today. His blood still flows in the Kogadel Empire...but his descendants should have never thought that their ancestors are still alive and dedicated their souls to the devil."

Varady showed an exaggerated and twisted smile. He didn't care about the innuendo in Xilin's words. He even said that Varady actually regarded it as a compliment.

"In the final analysis, people have to live their own lives. Even if I have more children, what do they have to do with me?"

Valadi said as he spread out his palms, and a bunch of flickering light balls were bred in his hands, like tiny, brilliant stars, bright and beautiful, but also full of threats.

Xilin continued, "The other silent one is Kuzma, who is called the Ghost of Death. He is a relatively young sleeper and was active about fifty years ago.

He had caused riots in several provinces in the Kogadel Empire, resulting in the deaths of tens of thousands of people. I always thought that he was killed by the secret sword of the king at that time. It seems that he made a deal with Beelzebub and survived."

The Ghost of Death still said nothing, without even a little expression, but his alchemical matrix also stirred up, and waves of suppressed death were slowly released from his body, like the spokesperson of the god of death in the world.

"There is another guy, I won't waste my words, anyway, he is dead."

Xilin looked nonchalant, holding the Sword of Flame Heart in one hand and taking the Sword of Blood Transfer from the Sword Ring behind him with the other hand.

He asked, "Which one do you choose?"

Berogo said nothing, without any sign, and slashed forward a winding crack, and then his figure suddenly appeared behind the Ghost of Death.

Seeing that Bologo had made a choice, Xilin also swung the Blood Shift Sword and cut out a scarlet cross.

An ominous light split from Canying's side, and he decisively threw the tiny star in his hand, shooting towards the center of the scarlet cross, but Xilin did not walk out of the forbidden light.

Xilin still stood in the same place, and the sword ring behind him had broken again, all shooting into the scarlet cross, blooming from Canying's eyes and reaching his throat.