Chapter 840 Winner [Thanks to the Leader of Qianglongzhixiango for Additional Updates]

From the first moment of the battle, Bologo clearly realized that he could not hurt the Regent. He did not need any protective gear. The desperate and suffocating rank gap was the best protective gear.

But Bologo was not a person who gave up easily. He was a stubborn person.

The Regent felt the abnormality in his body, and the conspiracy that Bologo deliberately concealed also surfaced.

"Is that so?" The Regent pulled out one spike after another and said happily, "Hahaha, you are so funny, Bologo."

"In the several encounters in the battle, your goal was not to kill me, but to try to invade my ether?"

The Regent's body was covered with a dense layer of ether, which was an application of the ether barrier, and he had never thought that one day, as a Glory Person, he would be tried to invade.

This sounds too offensive.

Bologo nodded silently. He knew that he could not invade the critical point of the Glory Person's Soul, so he retreated to the next best thing. He tried to penetrate the ether barrier with several consecutive heavy blows.

At first, Blogo couldn't shake it at all, but as the number of times increased, Blogo's extremely aggressive ether gradually ate away a gap, hitting cracks and tearing holes in the tight defense.

Then, the deadly silver nails penetrated the ether barrier and pierced into the body of the Regent.

According to Blogo's previous experience, once the Night Clan was attacked to this extent, the low-level vampires would be killed immediately, and the high-level Night Clan might not die, but the immortal power would be greatly restricted. However, this attack on the pure-blood class is different, not to mention that this pure-blood is also a glorious one.

Apart from the gap in rank, Blogo realized that it would take at least the scorching sun at noon to kill the Regent.

While praising Blogo's courage, the Regent pulled out the long nails on his body. Under the dual protection of etherization and immortal power, the Regent's body healed rapidly.

"Very good, Blog," the Regent praised, "If you were a little off, you might really hurt me."

The Regent pulled out all the spikes on his body, except the one on his heart.

The rough spikes pierced through the ether barrier and pierced through the flesh and blood. The poisonous silver sank into the Regent's heart and passed by the important heart.

Just as the Regent said, if Blog was a little off, the deadly silver would penetrate the Regent's heart.

"But that's all."

The Regent came to Blog and raised his hand to grab the spike on his heart. At this time, Blog tried to raise his head and stared at him.

At this moment, both of them understood that this duel would come to an end, and they would decide the only champion.

"Come to think of it, am I usually like this?"

Blog looked at the Regent's somewhat out-of-focus eyes, disturbing smile, and calm arrogance that penetrated into his bones.

When he thought of how he looked like the regent in the eyes of many people, Blogo couldn't help but say sorry in his heart.

"It's so ugly."

Blogo complained in a low voice, and the ether exploded again. At the same time, the regent decisively pulled out the long spike in his chest, threw out a silver-white trajectory, stained with blood, and stabbed Blogo's neck rapidly.

The figures intertwined, almost sticking together.

"It looks like I won, Blogo."

The regent looked at Blogo's face, as if all the blood had been lost. Blogo's cheeks and lips were unexpectedly pale, and even his pupils were a little scattered... This is a sign of a person's death.

Blogo was indeed going to die. The power and speed of the Glory One were beyond his reach. At the moment when the figures intertwined, the regent pierced the long spike through Blogo's neck, and the force was so great that it directly broke Blogo's cervical vertebrae.

Blood gushed out of his throat, and before Blogo completely lost consciousness, pure, blazing white light shone from his eyes.

The regent didn't understand what happened at first, but soon he felt the twisted suction and pain from his chest. He lowered his head, and Blogo's fist hit the wound that had not yet healed. Silver stifled the healing of flesh and blood, and half of the fist was about to sink in.

"This time... I didn't miss."

A hoarse voice came from the broken throat, like a curse from the dead soul from the grave.

Protection: Soul Sucking and Soul Usurping!

The regent only guessed part of Blogo's purpose. He thought the silver nail was Blogo's killer move, but he didn't know that this series of attacks was just for the final blow.

Blogo didn't know if he could shake the Glory One, but at this time, he had nothing to worry about. He used all his strength to release his protection, like a hungry monster, plundering everything he could devour.

"The alchemical matrix is ​​implanted on the soul and reflected in the flesh and blood, and so is the critical point of the soul."

Berogo recalled the knowledge he had learned in his heart, and the hand that pierced into the regent's chest went deeper like a venomous snake, as if to grab his heart and crush it.

The regent felt dizzy. The critical point of the soul, the ether barrier, and the immortal body formed an insurmountable triple defense line. Now he could clearly feel that someone had penetrated the defense layer by layer, like an excited stream, repeatedly washing the embankment, and when it was full of cracks, it invaded like a flood.

Falling apart.

The shadow blade split and exploded, turning into thousands of sword blades flashing around the Regent, cutting off everything that approached - the same was true for Blog.

Blog's body leaned back uncontrollably, and the arm that pierced the Regent's chest was also cut off, with a neat and clear cross section and blood.

He staggered back a few steps, and the horrible wounds were densely covered on Blog's thighs. The bones were broken, and Blog knelt directly.

"Are you finally scared?"

Blog raised his only remaining arm and pulled out the long spike that ran across his neck. While he was injured, he continued to heal himself. Life and death were fully reflected in the two undead.

This time it was Blog's turn to laugh at the Regent. The protection of sucking souls and usurping souls made the Regent feel a rare sense of crisis. He almost instinctively launched a counterattack, and the calm attitude of being high above disappeared. He was as embarrassed and muddy as Blog.

The Regent was an arrogant, almost extreme perfectionist. He would not tolerate his own flaws, just as he could not tolerate that he was threatened by Blogo. Even if this was not a real threat, it was a shame to have such a cognition and such a loss of composure.

Blogo's guess was correct. The Regent restrained his smile, and his face was as cold as frost. Blogo guessed that his next attack would be very fierce, leaving him no room for counterattack.

This time he was really dead.

Blogo had just realized his fate, and the ripples of reversed colors rose again. As if time was going back, the surrounding ruins and debris were reset, the collapsed pillars stood up again, and the huge hollowed-out hole above his head was filled up one by one.

This is really a subway station.

Blogo breathed a sigh of relief, taking advantage of the short gap in his physical world to speed up his recovery. Although it was a halftime break, Blogo did not relax his vigilance, and then he keenly noticed the Regent's unusual movements.

There was no halftime break this time.

The Regent disappeared from the spot. After a delay of several seconds, the ground broke and collapsed. The whistling wind sounded beside Blogo's ears, and a heavy blow beyond the limit of vision hit Blogo's body.

Blogo only felt a sharp pain, and the whole person was chiseled into the wall. I don't know how many bones were broken.

"Haha..."

At this time, Blogo still laughed, "You look really angry, and you don't even care about this little bit of decency."

The Regent broke the principle and attacked him outside the mirror world. Looking at his furious posture, Blogo felt complacent.

There was a whistling sound in the tunnel, and the starting subway was galloping on the track. The Regent strode over, grabbed Blogo's head, and buckled the exhausted Blogo out of the wall.

Outside the platform, the subway passed by at high speed, leaving only the ever-changing shadow in the field of vision. The Regent lifted Blogo and then pressed his head tightly against the speeding carriage.

The high-speed carriage's outer wall was like the rotating grinding disc of an angle grinder. The moment Blogo's head touched it, a large mouthful of flesh and blood was cut off. Half of his face became bloody, and most of his body was rolled into it, leaving a clear bloody mark on the surface and glass of the carriage.

The regent used force on his wrist again and threw Blogo. Blogo smashed through the carriage directly and fell inside the carriage, dying.

Fortunately, this subway had just departed and there was no one in the carriage. Blogo didn't want to cause panic to others, nor did he want others to see his embarrassing scene.

The speed of self-healing of flesh and blood gradually slowed down. Blogo knew that his ether was about to run out.

Blogo was just about to stand up when a rumbling sound returned in the tunnel. Then the shadow blade split the carriage. The regent pounced on Blogo, and Blogo decisively clenched his fists and called on the surrounding matter.

Secret Power·Governing Decree

The tunnel collapsed section by section, and the falling soil and bricks turned into pythons that coiled around the Regent. The snake scale liquid also condensed into the last silver nail in Blogo's hand.

Plan 1 of escaping with the key of the winding path was obviously not feasible. Let alone whether Blogo could open the door under the eyes of a glorious person, there was no door that could be opened with a key in the subway where he was.

Fortunately, Blogo was good at adapting to circumstances. If plan 1 didn't work, he still had plan 2.

It's just that this plan 2 is a bit unfriendly to municipal planning. Forget it, why bother about it at this time, anyway, there is a backup from the logistics department.

Blogo completely gave up the idea of ​​escaping and fighting. While the Regent broke the principle and chose to fight in the material world, he simply released the only ether and turned himself into a flare to expose the Regent's position.

The scarlet light quickly enlarged in Blogo's vision, and soon, there was only a blood color left in Blogo's eyes.

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A loud explosion sounded from the street. The impact of the explosion shattered windows along the way, and the electric poles and lamp posts fell sideways. The diffuse smoke and dust engulfed most of the block. Cars collided and piled up, and the shrill horns continued to sound. Scattered citizens were screaming and running away.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and a terrifying deep pit appeared on the street. At the bottom of the dark pit, twisted and turned rails could be vaguely seen.

A hazy light rose from the end of the horizon. People were terrified by the disaster before dawn, but no one noticed that not far from the pit, on a tall building, its outer wall cracked and extended all the way to the top of the roof, forming a hideous scar.

The entire rooftop was shattered into ruins. Bologo fell to the gravel with his last breath, his breathing became low, as if he would suffocate completely in the next second.

The Regent stood opposite Bologo. He looked at another silver nail stuck in his chest. He had to admit that he was completely angered by Bologo. This time, even if the silver nail was pulled out, the Regent's wound did not heal.

Under the blessing of Bologo's secret power, when he stabbed the Regent, he ordered the silver nail to break and disintegrate. A large amount of tiny silver flakes drilled into the Regent's body, and the blood flowed all over his body. The wound festered and repeatedly oozed sticky pus and blood.

Bologo looked at the Regent's embarrassed appearance and smiled from the bottom of his heart. Seeing this, the Regent strode forward, and the shadow blade gathered and extended in his hand, hanging high above Bologo's head.

"What a miserable defeat..."

Bologo muttered to himself. He thought that he would not be so passive after obtaining the power of the Negative, but he was still vulnerable in front of the Glory.

Pain and exhaustion completely captured Blogo. With his ether completely consumed, he lost the ability to resurrect and was about to fall into a long sleep, becoming a fish on the chopping board.

But the expected death did not come, and the fatal shadow blade did not fall.

Blogo looked at the regent again, only to see that he had put away the shadow blade. After pulling out the long spike on his chest, he used the blood on his hands to tidy up his messy hair. The crazy anger in his pupils also disappeared, and instead there was a little more apology.

"Sorry, I lost my composure."

The regent tried to tidy up his clothes, but after a series of battles, the clothes of both of them were tattered, and he raised his hand and touched only a piece of air.

He smiled helplessly, and then said with a little annoyance, "As the regent of the Night Clan, I should always be decent."

Blogo coughed painfully a few times, and he had no strength to speak at all.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. Bolog began to think about how to escape after being captured, whether to seek the help of the devil...

Many thoughts rose and fell, and the regent was getting closer and closer to him. When the pressure reached the limit, the regent did not cut off his head, but instead extended his hand to him in a friendly manner.

Bolog was stunned. After hesitating for a long time, he still raised his hand with difficulty and grabbed the regent's hand. Then the regent pulled Bolog up and supported Bolog who was about to fall.

"Congratulations, Bolog, you won."

The regent was kind like Bolog's friend, and put his arm around Bolog's shoulders. Bolog was a little dazed until he saw the warm sunshine rising at the end of the city.

It was dawn.

Bolog looked at the regent in disbelief. The regent also let go of Bolog at this time and walked into the shadows without looking back. He didn't want to be exposed to the sun.

"This time I failed."

The regent waved his hand with his back to Bolog.

"See you next time."