Chapter 971 Directly Into the Center

When Naisaniel walked out of the ether overlap point, the hunt against him naturally came to an end. Now look at the bodies that Naisaniel brought out... What about the bodies that were not brought out? Were they completely annihilated into ashes, without even a little concrete form left?

Unspeakable oppression and despair descended. From this moment on, the battle situation was completely reversed and developed in an uncontrollable direction for the Secret Group.

Some people trembled, some people were stagnant in place, some people were defeated and roared meaninglessly, and some people knelt on the ground helplessly, their eyes filled with burning pure white.

In order to assassinate Naisaniel, the Secret Group spent all their efforts. They not only sent out the Glory, but also joined forces with the Night Clan, carrying the power of the Aurora, and taking advantage of the overlap of the etheric world and the material world...

Everything was imagined so beautifully. In their plan, Naisaniel would be killed thousands of times in that extraordinary realm. They imagined the world after Naisaniel's death, but they never thought about what if they failed to kill Naisaniel?

In fact, everyone knew what would happen if they failed to kill Nathanir, but no one would talk about these things. It was even said that in the Secret Group, it was a taboo to have such a thought of failure.

The Secret Group could not lose, for the concept of the supremacy of the Condenser, for the perfect world in their hearts, for their own interests, goals, ideals, or anything else.

They absolutely could not lose, but they still lost.

"Nai... Naisa..."

Someone called the name of the fire demon in horror. Before he could read out the full name of the taboo, Nathanir walked down the steps, and a wave of heat hit, completely enveloping the man.

In just a moment, the high temperature burned his skin and clothes, and his flesh and blood quickly shrank and dried up. The despair and horror on his face were like shaped pottery, frozen forever in the flames.

Nathanir continued to move forward.

Pure ether distorted reality and created deadly heat. The accumulated heat condensed together and turned into burning fireworks. The fireworks continued to gather and burst into absolute, blazing light.

Daylight falls.

The strong light carries a huge amount of heat, bombarding all directions indiscriminately.

People are burning, the air is burning, the ground is burning, the buildings are burning, the ether is burning, everything is like a layer of orange-red filter, the world is burning, the heat wave breathes, blowing out fleeting sparks.

All the condensers present were burned into charcoal, and the gray-black shriveled corpses slowly deformed in the high temperature. As if they were worshiping the gods, they all knelt down and lowered their heads.

Nashaniel looked ahead, never paying attention to any corpse, nor caring about any casualties. As early as when he saw the first night clan in the secret land, his heart was as cold as iron.

When Nashaniel completely stepped out of the overlap point and lost the support of power, the connection between the material world and the ether world became increasingly weak.

At the moment when the two worlds were completely separated and returned to normal, waves of terrifying agitation came from the depths of the etheric world, as if something was trying to cross the two worlds. It was furious, roaring, and chasing Nathanir.

A touch of absolute darkness emerged from the light, and the blackness proliferated rapidly like a virus, swallowing up the light in the blink of an eye, leaving only darkness facing Nathanir.

Without the separation of the world, the darkness completely revealed its true face.

It is not simply the darkness of the night, nor is it any conventionally cognized darkness, but a "color" that is beyond ordinary people's understanding and beyond the laws of reality.

Nothing can penetrate this darkness. Under it, all light is ruthlessly swallowed up, all colors are madly distorted, and no sound can escape the swallowing of this darkness. No matter how loud it is, it will be ruthlessly absorbed by this chaotic curtain, leaving only silent silence.

In the absolute silence, a strange and deep whisper rose directly in Naisaniel's mind, and the sound echoed, as if thousands of dead souls were wandering around him, whispering.

The voice was hoarse and distorted, telling obscure words that Naisaniel could not understand, but he understood that it should be some curses on himself.

Naisaniel took a deep breath. Although the temperature around him had been heated to the extreme, he felt that he had inhaled a breath of cold air, and there was a needle-like pain in his respiratory tract.

Under the darkness, his own light and heat were rapidly declining, completely suppressing his own power.

No... Naisaniel was not suppressed, he just couldn't feel their existence.

The dark was strange and real, as if it had its own life and consciousness. It squirmed and trembled, as if it was breathing. The edge of the darkness twisted in the light like liquid metal, diffusing a hazy light, but always maintaining its untouchable mystery.

That was a sin that should not exist in this world, but now, it has come here by crossing the two worlds.

"Nathaniel..."

The voice called out.

Nathaniel stared into the darkness, and he could not see anything from it, but he understood that something was advancing in the darkness, striding towards him.

"Nathaniel..."

It continued to call out, the prisoner who should have died in the darkness but escaped.

"I'm here."

Nathaniel spoke, and his words dissipated in the silence of the darkness. He was not sure if the other party heard it.

"What a disgusting darkness."

Nathaniel muttered to himself. He had seen the horror of this dark darkness long ago in the etheric world.

Darkness is like a door, a door leading to a crazy and chaotic world.

Behind the door, countless unknown forces and dimensions are intertwined, and all kinds of strange phenomena beyond human understanding emerge in an endless stream. Time and space are in chaos here, and there is no boundary between reality and dreams.

Anyone who steps into this dark place will feel that their existence is challenged, and even begin to doubt the authenticity of self-consciousness. In the absolute dead silence and lightlessness, all life will feel fear and despair.

Even Nathaniel was slightly shaken in the confrontation with it, and felt extremely lonely and helpless in front of this endless dark place.

He survived.

Since the Secret War and the Plague of Decay, this should be the most difficult battle that Nathaniel has fought. He has to endure the invasion of darkness while trying to kill the three people.

Nathaniel did it, but the price was extremely high.

Looking down, I saw a hideous through wound on Naisaniel's chest. If it was a little more offset, it would shatter Naisaniel's heart. The wound exuded pure etheric glow, which swayed like a blazing fire.

Relying on the etherization of the Glory One, Naisaniel endured this fatal blow. He did not die, but a hideous scar had already crossed the boundary of flesh and blood and was reflected on his alchemical matrix.

The cruel soul scar almost cut off his alchemical matrix.

Naisaniel coughed painfully a few times, and his strong and full posture had a flaw. The blazing day also seemed much more lonely, like a dying sunset.

But the sunset is still a scorching sun.

"It seems that I can't beat you." Naisaniel said calmly to the darkness.

There was a sound in the darkness, and Naisaniel was not sure whether it was transmitted or sounded directly in his mind.

It was a distorted, muddy, unrecognizable sound, like a thousand morbid melodies entangled together, forming an unbearable noise.

The sound first sounded from the deepest part of the abyss, like a huge, old, rusty bellows, unfolding in a dull drumming sound.

Every inhalation sound was like a raging gale, rolling in the winter blizzard, sharp and cold across the night sky, with a piercing whistle, and every exhalation sound was like a heavy step, exhausted traveler, uttering a dull and long sigh.

Nathanil finally heard the voice clearly.

"Nathanil... You can't do it..."

It was as if the god of death was announcing the end of Nathanil's fate.

"I know," Naisaniel said nonchalantly, "I know there are some things I can't do even if I do whatever it takes, but... just because I can't does not mean others can't."

"Don't underestimate humans, Your Majesty."

The darkness covered most of the space, and just when it was about to completely devour Naisaniel, suddenly, its spread stopped, as if invisible chains had tied it up one by one. This force was at the top of everything, and even this light-eating darkness had to obey.

The darkness roared unwillingly, but no matter how much it resisted, it was ultimately powerless to struggle.

So the darkness receded like a tide.

"Also, it's an honor to fight you," Naisaniel paused and continued, "I can't kill you, but I think there must be someone who can give you a merciful release."

He covered the wound on his chest, coughed, and laughed sarcastically.

"That future is not far away, Your Majesty the Night King."

The voice echoed and disappeared into the etheric world along with the gathering darkness. The two worlds were completely separated, and the foundation of reality returned to stability, as if nothing had happened.

Nathaniel's breathing gradually became rough. He released the secret energy so that this furnace-like space finally got a little relief.

The etheric furnace was overheating and running. It was hard to imagine what would happen here next if Nathaniel continued to heat it.

The crisis was temporarily resolved, and the tense nerves inevitably relaxed. For a while, Nathaniel felt a great sense of fatigue, and even his vision became trance.

He staggered to the side of the etheric furnace and sat down with his back against the hot steel. Nathaniel closed his eyes, and all his energy was used to sew the wound on his chest. At the same time, his perception was also spread as much as possible, like a big net, perceiving the movements around him.

Soon, a familiar etheric reaction came from the boundary of his perception.

...

On the way to being escorted, Holt had no idea what the Secret Group was plotting. The members were separated one by one according to their ranks and went to different floors. Therefore, when he arrived at the center of the nest, he was left alone with the two dukes following him.

The inverted triangle structure of the honeycomb was close at hand. In the translucent gelatin, one figure after another curled up. They were gently squirming, like huge maggots, which made Holt feel sick.

Under this inverted triangle, in the blue, a lady stood up lazily from the chair. She seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

"Except for one defender and one person in power who are on the run, everyone else is under control." Duke of the Origin stepped forward and explained first.

"We have sent a team to hunt them down, but there is no result yet." Duke of the Spirit God continued.

Bolog and Palmer had caused quite a mess in the Hidden Land. If it wasn't for controlling Holt and his group, the furious Duke of Origin would have planned to do it himself.

Xiti said "hmm". Long before the two came back, she had learned about these changes through the Aurora Road that enveloped the Hidden Land.

She also knew that Bolog and his group had arrived at the bottom of the forging pit, and the team sent by the Duke of Origin was fighting with them there.

"They have arrived at the bottom of the forging pit, you go and capture them yourself," Xiti ordered the Duke of Origin, "We can't tolerate them causing more damage, and..."

And the words that followed were not said by Xiti, but she and the Duke of Origin knew what was deep in the bottom of the forging pit. Although they had already torn their faces, Xiti didn't want to expose these things.

"Declare the Hidden Land to be in an emergency state, launch the virtual domain protection, and be alert to the movements of the 46th outpost." She then said to the Duke of Spirit God.

After capturing Bellogo and dealing with Holt and his group, what Xiti needed was to wait for the end of the hunt for Nathanir. Once Nathanir died, the relationship between the Secret Land and the Order Bureau would be no different from a full-scale war. At this time, Outpost 46 would become a front-line base for the war, and she had to find a way to survive the early stages of the war.

As long as they could withstand the short-term anger of the Order Bureau, the pressure from the disobedience of the royal court and other forces would inevitably make the Order Bureau exhausted, and then they would gnaw and dismantle the behemoth of the Order Bureau bit by bit like a pack of wolves.

The Empire of Eternal Night will rise again, and the era of the supremacy of the Condensers will also come. From then on, they no longer have to hide in this remote mountain, but like real gods, they will be above all mortals.

The Duke of Origin had no power to refuse, which was his fault. In addition, Bellogo was like a mole, drilling holes in the Secret Land, so he turned and left immediately.

Holt looked at the direction where the Duke of Origin left, thinking.

"I'm curious, what exactly do you want to do?"

Holt seemed very calm and composed, as if he was not a captive or prisoner at all, but an envoy who was ready to hold Siti accountable.

"For a better world."

Siti answered naturally, she seemed very patient and interested in explaining her ideal world to Holt.

"A better world?" Holt was puzzled for a moment, "What is that like?"

"A new world full of miracles," Siti imagined, "The ether technology that transcends the times will make the condensers no longer limited to the constraints of gravity. We will reach the starry sky. Similarly, the realm of immortality will continue to expand. In this paradise, all of us condensers will enjoy endless life."

Holt said, "I noticed some emphasis in your words... You mean the condensers."

"Naturally, are you going to make things convenient for mortals?"

Siti walked towards Holt gracefully, she complained in a low voice, "One thing I have never understood about the Order Bureau is why you care so much about the survival of mortals. You should understand the evolution of organisms, right?"

"Very basic knowledge." Holt nodded.

"In my opinion, the Condensers are the next generation of human evolution, and ordinary mortals should obey the law and be eliminated by evolution."

"In other words, your idea of ​​the supremacy of the Condensers is more like a favor for power? Whoever is strong is right, and it has nothing to do with justice, legitimacy, and ethics."

Siti did not respond to Holt's words, but

looked him up and down, feeling the ether fluctuations coming from Holt's body under the layers of confinement.

"Defender? Just enough." She said.

"For what?"

"You have a lot of questions." Siti frowned.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I probably won't be able to leave here alive," Holt said, "People will inevitably want to know the direction of their destiny, so as to prepare for it."

"The direction of destiny?"

Siti chuckled twice, without any intention of explaining.

The glow of the ether shone from Siti's body, and the complicated alchemical matrix spread with it. There was no need to feel the strength of the ether, just looking at Siti's dazzling patterns, you can know her rank.

The Glory One.

It's a pity that he is an old Glory One.

"Speaker."

Xiti looked up.

With the awakening of ether and the questioning of the voice, the figures in the crystal honeycomb squirmed more violently, and a sticky and bizarre sound sounded, as if someone was kneading the soil vigorously, with a sticky and wet feeling.

The crystal honeycomb cracked in a cross shape, and Holt saw fruits stacked and beating like a heart in the faint blue light, and a face embedded in the fruit.

The flesh around the face seemed to be living tissue, constantly squirming and twisting, as if struggling in pain, and the roots were like blue veins, deeply piercing into the face, but the face itself was expressionless, as if all the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness had been deprived of the years, leaving only a kind of indifference beyond life and death.

He stretched out his curled up body little by little. It was an extremely shriveled body. Countless fruits were like circles, tightly hanging around his neck and growing all over his chest and back.

The Speaker came down little by little, and his bony body stood in front of Holt. He looked so fragile that it seemed as if Holt could smash his head with a headbutt.

"speaker……"

Before Xiti could say anything, the speaker raised his hand to stop her, and then asked, "Where is Fabien?"

"He and Osana were temporarily expelled," Xiti explained after hesitating. "In such a critical situation, we can only temporarily exclude these truth sects. Besides..."

Siti paused for a moment, then plucked up the courage to say, "I don't think anyone can escape the prying eyes of the Aurora Road and avoid our pursuit. If Boluogo and Palmer can escape, they must have the help of the Truth Sect."

"Well... let's get started."

The Speaker's speech was very slow, and even his movements were the same.

Holt was convinced that the person in front of him had spent an extremely long time. He was also sure that this person was not a debtor, and he did not know what methods he used to extend his life.

Suddenly, Holt noticed the fruits on the speaker. At first, Holt did not connect them with the thing he imagined. After all, that kind of thing was too precious, but as the speaker got closer, Holt I am very sure that those fruits are what I guessed.

Utopian seeds.

This bastard turned himself into a fantasy tree, and his body was covered with the fruits of fantasy. So relying on these cherished existences, it seems that it is not a delusion for him to live for thousands of years.

The Speaker raised his hand, his arm surrounded by a layer of brilliant aurora. He tried to touch Holt's forehead, but Holt did not shy away and stood straight on the spot.

Suddenly, the speaker's movements stopped, and at this moment, Holt noticed that for the first time, his expression changed on his stiff and cold face.

Doubt, uneasiness, and... panic.

"Nathaniel wins."

Under the speaker's calm voice, there was a storm.

Holt was confused. He couldn't understand what the speaker was saying at all. Siti and Duke Spirit God were completely stunned. In their eyes, it was an absolute dead end. Nathaniel stepped from the arrogant ground. Death is already doomed from the moment he enters this place, how can he win?

How is it possible to break through the siege of both sides, and even break out of the siege with the help of the Night King?

Xiti couldn't understand, and then words that made her even more shocked came from the speaker's mouth.

"Girou is dead, everyone is dead, that place has turned into purgatory, and only Nethaniel is left there," the speaker maintained a cold tone and said to the Duke of Spirit God, "Nethaniel It is impossible to break through the siege without losing a drop of blood. He is injured and this is the last chance to kill him. "

The speaker seemed to have not spoken for a long time. His voice was dry and stiff, and his logic was machine-like and cold.

"Kill... kill him?" Duke Spirit God swallowed, "But what if... he wasn't injured?"

"Then hold him back and let me pick another fruit, and then...then let me face him personally," the Speaker stared into Duke Spirit God's eyes, "This is an order, not a request."

Duke Spiritual God was silent for a while, restrained the fear in his heart, turned around with difficulty, and left the center of the nest. He knew that if he disobeyed the Speaker's order, he would become the next fruit to be picked. After all, this was a group of secrets, and high-level condensers were just another form of resource.

"It sounds like your plot has been shattered."

No matter how dull Holt was, he understood what happened from this few words. He smiled wildly, not caring about the danger of his situation.

"Fruit? It sounds like you want to make me into a fantasy species?" Holt continued to ask, "I'm not from the fantasy school, you can't do it."

"There's nothing you can't do, as long as you have enough strength and the illusion of breaking the shackles." The Speaker raised his hand again and slowly pointed at Holt's forehead.

"oh?"

Holt looked fearless, like a curious child, and asked again, "You are the Speaker, which means you are the nerve center of the Secret Group?"

The Speaker ignored Holt. Like Xiti, he was very irritated by this talkative guy and just wanted him to shut up as soon as possible.

Mobilize the ether, release the secret energy, connect the consciousness to the hive, and start the transformation ritual... The speaker is already very proficient in this process, but suddenly, his forward arm stopped, as if there was some invisible wall blocking his way. , separated him from Holt.

"So... as long as I kill you, I can completely paralyze the Secret Group, right?"

As Holt spoke, there was a glint in his eyes, and a series of shattering sounds came from all around him. The shackles that imprisoned him collapsed one by one, turning into pieces of metal fragments that clattered to the ground.

Perhaps there were too many accidents today, but Xiti calmly accepted this situation. Then she roared and released her secret power. Crazy phantoms suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the Speaker also burst out. There was a strong etheric reaction, but their power seemed a bit mediocre and boring in front of Holt, a rising star.

Holt calmly took off the shackles of the collar around his neck, and the mighty power belonging to the Glorious One burst out and roared from the alchemy matrix.