Chapter 1106 The Time Has Come

As the two sleepers fell, the surging high-concentration ether flow on the battlefield gradually weakened. A few minutes ago, this powerful force was still rampant in the mountains and fields, setting off a storm of destruction, but now it seemed to have lost its source and entered silence and death.

The strange phenomenon returned to common sense, and the distorted and unpredictable scene also dissipated.

Under the burning red night, the gorgeous auroras were also rippling and disappearing little by little. Endless ashes fell from the sky, like a gray blizzard, floating in the air with hot residual heat, and finally returned to the earth, dyeing the battlefield gray.

Bolog walked out of the vast sea of ​​fire, and the ether filled his body, just like Xilin. Under the invisible repulsive force field, the fireworks and ashes could not get close to him at all.

With a long breath, Blogo looked around. This land had been destroyed beyond recognition in the successive battles, as if it had experienced a doomsday catastrophe.

The earth cracked with countless wounds, and a steady stream of blood overflowed like underground springs. A series of bubbles floated up and burst, and then, hideous figures made sharp hoarse sounds, struggling to stick their bodies out of the blood, shaking their hands, trying to grab something.

"It feels like nothing has changed," Blogo muttered to himself, "I have killed many powerful enemies, but these monsters are still endless."

It is not enough to just kill the sleepers. This land has long been alienated and twisted, becoming a slave of the devil, corrupting everything in the world.

Blogo can think of hundreds of ways to kill a monster, a powerful enemy, or a legion, but... But how can Blogo kill a piece of land?

Gusts of air came from overhead, and Xilin calmly landed beside Blogo, his feet still in the air, unwilling to step on this sinful land.

"We have to ensure the stability here," Blogo suggested, "otherwise the anchor of the real world will still be destroyed after we leave."

On the broken Chifeng, the solidified thunder still stood, and the terrifying tornado mixed with deadly fireworks set off a regional disaster there. With the infinite ether poured from the ether world, Palmer successfully defended there.

But Palmer couldn't stay there forever.

Blogo stamped his feet hard and asked, "Do you have any way to solve this land?"

"Yes, but it requires your cooperation."

Xilin also looked at the scarlet ground under his feet, raised his hand gently, and injected the terrifying power of control into the ground, as if an invisible big hand grabbed the ground and forcibly dug up the soil.

A terrifying crack extended from the foot of Blogo. With continuous vibrations, the crack became larger and larger. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a deep rift valley. The cross section of the earth was covered with pits and holes. A steady stream of blood gushed out of these holes. There were also many flesh and blood creatures hanging on the cross section, making bursts of roars.

Blogo's breathing could not help but pause for a moment. Even though he had seen it many times, every time he saw it with his own eyes, Blogo was still slightly shocked by this evil and crazy picture.

It seemed that what Xilin tore open was no longer a piece of land, but the flesh and blood of a huge monster. He tore the wound and drilled into the body of this giant beast.

"You can feel it, Blogo, we are using the same alchemical matrix, the alchemical matrix from Leviathan and King Solomon." Xilin said.

The so-called red dragon flashed through Blogo's mind, "I know, and we seem to be part of Leviathan's conspiracy."

"Of course."

Xilin nodded gently. No matter how much he resisted, this was an indisputable fact, but he did not dwell on it too much, but continued.

"Although we use the same alchemical matrix, you and I are on completely different paths. I am extremely broad and blunt, and you are infinitely narrow and sharp."

"So what?"

Blogo looked up and asked. Xilin's figure was already tall, and he was still in the air. Anyone who wanted to talk to him needed to look up at this existence.

"So, to save this land, we need your cooperation."

Xilin stared at the torn wound of the earth. His secret energy was still working. The rumbling sound came from the gradually darkening depths of the underground. The tearing of the wound continued. A fatal scar was fiercely penetrating the earth until it touched the deepest forbidden root.

"The Nation of Condensed Slurry itself can actually be understood as a vast virtual domain covering the entire territory of the Kogadel Empire, and the virtual domain itself is an extremely huge alchemical matrix implanted in this land."

Xilin looked at Bologo and stared at him. Bologo and Xilin had never had much interaction. Only during the Decay Plague incident and now, the two had some communication. Most of the time, this communication was not verbal dialogue, but sword-wielding to kill the enemy.

But even these few exchanges did not make the two of them feel any strangeness towards each other. Bologo guessed that this might be because the two used the same alchemical matrix, and some kind of resonance deep in the soul dissolved the barriers between them invisibly.

Although they were strangers, they could trust each other like comrades-in-arms.

Bologo also guessed that it was possible that he and Xilin had similar fates, being controlled by the devil, with endless anger and desire for revenge... It sounds good. Bologo and Xilin have the same goal of revenge, and their fates are tightly entangled.

Taking a deep breath, Bologo sucked the bloody sea water greedily like a bloodthirsty shark.

Bologo understood Xilin's meaning, walked forward a few steps, came to the edge of this terrifying rift, looked at the deep and dark wound under the earth, and could hear a clear gurgling sound coming from the darkness, as if there was an underground dark river rushing endlessly.

"Your extreme breadth is broad enough to tear the thick earth, while my infinite narrowness can strike the alchemical matrix."

Berogo echoed Xilin's words and explained the second half of the plan, "As long as I destroy the alchemical matrix covering this place, it is equivalent to turning this area into a large soul scar, preventing the operation of the Kingdom of Solidification."

Xilin reminded, "But the Kingdom of Solidification itself has a strong extension ability, otherwise it would not have expanded to the entire territory of the Kogadel Empire in the past few decades. Your attack will only temporarily make this area lose its ability to distort. As long as a certain amount of time is given, the Kingdom of Solidification can still heal this place."

"As long as a certain amount of time can be gained, it will be successful."

Berogo does not need to completely defeat the Kingdom of Solidification here, as long as the subsequent reinforcements arrive, the stability and safety here will be fine.

"If I could be stronger, maybe I could defeat the entire Nation of Solidified Pulp in this way."

Berogo thought to himself. With his current ability, it would take a long time to destroy the Nation of Solidified Pulp inch by inch. The Kogadel Empire was too vast, and no matter how hard he tried, it would be in vain. But if Berogo could be promoted to the Crowned One, maybe everything would be different.

The idea was extinguished in his mind. Berogo gestured to Xilin, stepped forward, and fell directly into the bottomless abyss under the wound.

As Berogo descended at a high speed, the space of the rift became narrower and narrower, and the condensed blood gas condensed into a suffocating blood mist. Countless arms stretched out from the cross section of the rift and stretched towards Berogo, trying to scratch his body and take away his flesh and blood.

Blogo's figure flashed by, and many arms burst open and neatly cut off. Before they fell into the darkness, these broken limbs were grabbed by other hungry flesh and blood creatures, opening their mouths and devouring each other's flesh and blood.

In the depths of the darkness, the gurgling sound of flowing water became clearer and clearer. The glow of ether was reflected in Blogo's eyes, and then a ray of burning fire fell from the sky, expelling the darkness and burning the evil.

In an instant, the manic flames erupted from the depths of the darkness, like a burning oil well. The boiling flames burned the flesh and blood creatures on the cross section into ashes, and the deadly stream of fire erupted from the rift, forming a continuous column of fire on the earth.

The surging underground dark river was also heated and boiled by the light. In the dazzling fire, Blogo hovered above the underground dark river. It was at this time that he discovered that this so-called underground dark river was actually a surging blood river.

The long blood river spread and flowed from deep underground. If the country of solidified pulp was a monster with a national border, then these huge underground blood rivers were its blood vessels, transporting the forbidden power and providing endless vitality for the entire land.

Under the dual influence of light burning and ether, the blood river evaporated quickly, but no matter how hard Blogo tried, there was still a steady stream of blood seeping in from all directions to maintain the operation of the blood river.

Blogo held his breath and closed his eyes. The perception of ether extended to the depths of the blood river.

In the darkness, a strong smell of blood came to his face. The ether continued to go deeper, invading the blood river from the microscopic level, invading... invading this huge alchemical matrix that was far beyond imagination and took the blood river as its path.

Blogo's closed eyes were bloody red.

He seemed to fall into a sea of ​​scarlet, in the sticky and foul-smelling blood, with countless pieces of flesh and blood floating around, and from time to time he could see some broken limbs and bodies, and many heads rolling by like gravel.

In this horror and taboo, Blogo saw a ray of golden light deep in the blood river, which was like a thin ribbon, passing straight along the flow of the blood river.

Sacred and magnificent, it was incompatible with this evil scarlet.

"I found you."

Blogo whispered silently, and in the dark, conceptual world, dots of light rose, and slowly, they condensed into a slender and narrow glimmering dagger.

Without the slightest hesitation, Blogo controlled the dagger and slashed it down, cutting off the golden ribbon, and also completely cutting off one of the huge paths of this blood river, the country of condensed pulp.

In an instant, Blogo opened his eyes, and the ceremony returned to the material world. Deep in the burning underground, a deep wailing sound came from far away.

The blood river was boiling strangely and violently. This time, the boiling was not caused by the burning of the light, but by its own collapse. Like a huge blood vessel shrinking and necrotizing, the blood river's terrifying vitality quickly declined, and the surrounding flesh-and-blood earth also lost its energy supply.

The living earth fell into endless decay, and the flesh-and-blood creatures wailed. In order to satisfy the uncontrollable hunger, they devoured each other, and the flesh-and-blood earth was more eager for blood than they were.

The earth was wriggling, swallowing up the flesh and blood creatures in large pieces, chewing them with big mouthfuls. However, no matter how it ate, after losing the nourishment of the blood river, the hunger of original sin continued to torture it.

Until the earth became necrotic and withered.

When Blogo walked out of the rift of blood, the whole earth was much calmer. Those hideous figures could no longer be seen in the sea of ​​fire. Even the soft earth became hard again. The blood seemed to have run out, and only the blood mist was still evaporating and rising.

Blogo and Xilin looked at each other, and the two of them rushed out in the direction of the anchor of the real world. After noticing the etheric reaction of Blogo and Xilin, Palmer also took the initiative to release the secret energy, and the strong wind dissipated, exposing the broken Chifeng again.

Under the solidified lightning, Palmer's breath was a little disordered, and the third seat was half-kneeling on the ground, covered with blood and his armor was badly damaged.

Seeing the two return, Palmer asked, "Is it over?"

"It's over," Blog nodded, and then said, "It's just the beginning."

The death of the two sleepers is indeed just the prelude to the war. In fact, it's not even a prelude, and there are more tragic things waiting for them.

Xilin came to the third seat and whispered, "Are you okay?"

A sharp voice came from under the damaged breastplate, "Fortunately...very good."

The third seat struggled to stand up. Many joints on the armor had been severely damaged. Logically, he should have been unable to move, but under the strong control of the third seat, he controlled himself and continued to fight.

"This land has quieted down, and it seems that there will be less danger next," the third seat said, holding up the cracked blade, "Your Majesty, you go with them to take back the throne that should belong to you, and I am enough here."

Xilin was silent, staring at the third seat for a long time. He knew very well how great the risk would be for the third seat to make such a choice. He also understood that no matter how much he said, even if he used orders, it would still be difficult to change the will of the third seat.

After years and vicissitudes, this deformed existence found the value and meaning of his existence from Xilin and the cause of restoring the royal family. The third seat was exhausted, but never more excited.

Suppressing the surging emotions, Xilin calmly agreed, "Okay, I know."

The sword ring behind him rotated a certain arc, and the immovable sword broke away from it, quietly floating in front of the third seat. Even after such a cruel war, there was still no scratch on the simple and solid sword.

Xilin said, "Take it, Third Seat, it will help you."

The Third Seat took the Immovable Sword without saying a word, and he did not discard the damaged blade. He still held it in his hand, crossed his swords in front of him, stood in front of the solidified lightning, like a sculpture, and defended the existence of this crack to the death.

"Do you have any plan?"

Berogo asked Xilin. Long before he and Palmer arrived, Xilin had fought a long war in the Kogadel Empire. He knew much more about the situation here than he did.

Xilin smiled contemptuously, "In this case, do you think you need any plan?"

Now there are only four living people left on this broken red peak. The rest of the King's Shield Guards either died in the previous battle or retreated to a safe area under Xilin's order. As for the ordinary people, they were devoured by the flesh and blood creatures that broke out of the ground at the moment when the earth turned into flesh and blood.

This is no longer a war that ordinary condensers can participate in. If they stay here, they will only die meaninglessly. Xilin can't bear this to happen.

As for their evacuation...

If he fails, the Nation of Condensation will erupt. At that time, the territory of the Kogadel Empire will become a vast dead zone, and there will be no living people. Even if the King's Shield Guards evacuate the battlefield, they will still find it difficult to escape the destined fate.

Xilin can't lose... No matter what, he can't lose.

"Let's go."

Xilin turned and walked towards the Pillar of Kingship. Even at such a long distance, the outline of the Pillar of Kingship is still clearly visible.

On the endless land, it is like a protruding giant pillar, the Tower of Babel that was broken by the gods in the legend.

Every time he glimpsed the Pillar of Kingship, Xilin would always recall everything that happened on the bloody night. It has been so many years, but Xilin still feels that all this happened yesterday, and he is not the overlord in the eyes of the world, but just a child trembling in a pool of blood.

Xilin is back, and it seems like he has never left.

Bologo followed behind Xilin, and the power of control swept across the front. In an instant, a safe and fire-free road was opened up in the vast sea of ​​fire.

Like Xilin, the Pillar of Kingship also has a very special meaning for Bologo.

Gently stroking the circular cross hanging on his chest, rubbing it vigorously with his fingertips twice, Bologo gently called the name buried in his memory in his heart, repeating what he had promised and wanted to take revenge.

Bologo raised his head again and looked at the Pillar of Kingship in the distance. This time, a pure white beam of light suddenly rose on the hazy and huge silhouette. It stood like a beacon behind the layers of fog, and the light fell into Bologo's eyes without any attenuation.

Blinking, the beam of light was still there. Bologo was sure that it was not an illusion. Xilin, who was standing by, did not notice this phenomenon at all, as if Bologo was the only one who could see this light.

"Bo... Bologo."

Palmer's slightly panicked voice sounded from behind. Bologo turned his head nervously and saw Palmer standing there with a pale face, pointing to a place not far away. Bologo looked over and saw a red telephone booth suddenly appearing on this desolate and dead land.

Xilin raised his hand silently, the ring of swords stopped turning, the secret swords were ready to go, and Bologo raised his hand in time to stop their attack.

"It should be coming to find me."

After Bologo stepped on the dry and cracked land and cut off the blood river here, the soil seemed to have experienced years of drought, extremely dry and lifeless.

Ding-ling-ling——

A crisp ringing sound came from the red telephone booth, and the receiver vibrated slightly. In this terrifying area, this scene seemed particularly absurd, but it was in line with the devil's evil taste.

Blogo opened the narrow door and walked into the red telephone booth. After taking a deep breath, he picked up the receiver and put it close to his ear.

"Hello, hello, is this Mr. Blogo Lazarus?"

Listening to this hateful and funny voice, Blogo could already imagine Mammon's ugly face. Blogo remained silent and said nothing.

The weird laughter in the receiver continued for a while, and then Mammon also fell silent. This lasted for a full half minute. Mammon said helplessly.

"Berogo, you look quite boring like this."

"I just don't want to talk nonsense with the devil."

Mammon laughed again, "But no matter how annoying you are, don't you still have to talk to me?"

He said again, "How does it feel, Berogo, standing at the bifurcation point of the world, shouldering the fate of all mankind... Oh, yes, and your unfinished revenge."

"You saw the rising beam of light, as devils, we are very honest. Now, I have marked out your unfinished wish again. Whether you can successfully take revenge depends on you."

Berogo's breathing became a little heavy, and he asked back, "Do you just want to say this nonsense to me?"

Mammon's voice stagnated. He thought Berogo would withstand his provocation and be affected by his words, but Berogo's reaction was so cold, not shaken at all.

"Mammon, don't be anxious. I'm about to see you. You can tell me your endless nonsense in person. I think I will listen to it patiently."

Berogo clenched the receiver tightly, with such great strength that amazing cracks extended from it, and debris flew everywhere.

"Of course, after I listen to your long and stinky last words, I will kill you, not only you, but also Beelzebub and all the enemies standing opposite me."

The uncontrollable anger was released from Berogo's words, burning and cursing mercilessly.

"I swore that I would expel you. Now, it's time to fulfill the oath."

Before the voice fell, the furious ether erupted from Berogo's body. In an instant, the red telephone booth was reduced to ashes. A moment later, many fragments fell from the sky, crackling.

The harsh noise sounded from the receiver, which made Mammon's ears hurt. He immediately let go of the receiver and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

A lazy and seductive voice came from behind, and waves of blood came with the voice.

"Nothing, just saying hello to those uninvited guests."

Mammon turned around with that iconic smile on his face, making it hard to tell whether he was friendly or hostile.

"Oh? Xilin and the others?"

Beelzebub's voice came from the front again, and Mammon walked into the diffuse blood mist. A huge tumor was embedded in the ground, and the flesh and blood rose high, with an orange-yellow light inside, reflecting a human body silhouette and another broken body.

The two figures were entangled together, and the human figure seemed to be taking something out of the broken body, and waves of chewing and swallowing sounds were heard.

"Not only Xilin, Blogo is here, and your debtor is here too," Mammon reminded, "You should be able to feel his arrival."

A meaningful smile came from the meat egg, and the human figure stopped eating. She seemed to look at Mammon, and then walked towards Mammon.

She reached the boundary of the egg and pressed forward with all her strength. The thin skin was like a piece of cloth covering her body, clinging to her body, outlining the graceful curves of her body and the contours of her facial features.

A slight cracking sound was heard, and Beelzebub broke free from the egg. Her skin was as smooth and tender as a newborn baby. Warm, amniotic fluid-like liquid gushed out of the egg and flooded their feet.

"I can feel that they are rushing here with great momentum."

Beelzebub had a charming smile on her face. Suddenly, she felt something hit her ankle. She lowered her head and saw a broken, ceramic head, like a broken ceramic doll.

It overflowed from the egg with Beelzebub, but it was broken and empty inside, like a body without its inner shell. There was nothing, and even the remaining outer shell was about to collapse.

Beelzebub raised his foot and crushed it with force, then looked at Mammon with a smile, "But compared to them, I am more curious, why are you so greedy and willing to give Asmodeus' power to me?"

"Do you have any conspiracy?"

Beelzebub pressed against Mammon's chest, his fingertips gently stroked his heart, his voice was kind, and waves of warmth filled him.

Mammon looked straight into Beelzebub's eyes, "I said, I don't have any conspiracy, do you believe it?"

Beelzebub's expression did not change at all, and urged, "Continue."

"Why must I be greedy and inhumane?" Mammon asked puzzledly, as if she was sad because of Beelzebub's misunderstanding, "Could it be that... this can't be my only remaining humanity, derived from the choice I made?"

Beelzebub's eyes flashed a strange look, she was a little bit unbelievable, but also a little bit...

"But it is also possible that this is indeed part of my conspiracy?"

Mammon's voice changed, and his sincere look became weird and unpredictable, "You have become a more powerful devil, and Leviathan wants to win all this, so it will definitely focus more attention on you, and this gives me a chance to find a chance of winning."

Beelzebub restrained her smile, looked up and looked straight into Mammon's eyes, she tried to see Mammon's soul clearly, but many years ago, there was no soul under their bodies, only dirty tar everywhere.

She asked faintly, "What are you thinking about?"

"No matter what I'm thinking, at this moment, I'm definitely on your side. Isn't that enough?"

Mammon's face was covered with countless distorted lines, as if she was wearing a distorted mask, full of ominousness.

Beelzebub took a few steps back, with her hands behind her back. Suddenly, she couldn't stop laughing, and her plump and beautiful body trembled slightly. Her laughter was neither high nor low, but it was like magic, flowing in the vast world until it reached the border of the empire.

At the edge of the border, in a vast and silent wilderness, in the endless darkness, someone was talking.

Someone asked, "Are you ready?"

Someone answered, "Ready."

Someone else affirmed, "Then... let's start."

The unique, low and neat roar of the mechanical troops shattered the tranquility of the night. The soldiers marched forward expressionlessly, and the tanks were like steel monsters, with tracks rolling over the ground, rolling up pieces of dust.

Just as Nathanir had promised, when Blogo and others arrived at Chifeng, the armies of the narrow countries would also go to the battlefield. They started a rapid march towards the Kogadel Empire, and the figures of the Condensers were interspersed among the strict troops.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moonlight outlined the figures on the earth in a hideous and terrifying way. On the surface of the moon, in the void, Leviathan sat quietly on the recliner, as if waiting for something.

In the silence, the crisp ticking sound repeated again and again, and on the dial, the tiny second hand lightly crossed the final boundary.

"Time is up."

Leviathan said, and disappeared from the spot, without a trace, and then the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand merged together.

The harsh alarm sounded through the dead world, and it was noisy, clamoring, and shouting alone in this void.

The moment of the end has arrived.