Chapter 975 Infinite Deduction

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

Holt looked at the Speaker in front of him, and the ether surged in his body, illuminating his eyes. Just as he was about to break the shackles on his body and set things right, suddenly, an inexplicable trance came over him.

It was very strange, and Holt couldn't describe this feeling. He just felt that everything in front of him was particularly familiar, as if he had experienced it countless times in a dream.

The strange trance didn't bother Holt for too long. The ether was fully stimulated, and a series of shattering sounds came from his body. The shackles that imprisoned him collapsed one after another, turning into pieces of metal fragments, and fell to the ground with a clang.

The power of the Glory was released without reservation, shocking all around.

Holt observed the Speaker's dry face and turbid eyes. He was looking forward to his extremely shocked look, but in fact, the Speaker had no expression at all, as if he had foreseen all this.

The same high-pitched ether burst out in the speaker's body. He stood there motionless like a tree stump. At the same time, strange fantasy things tore through reality around Holt.

First, there was an abominable and hideous monster, with a steel needle-like mane on its sturdy body. Its head disappeared, replaced by a constantly split snake head.

Similar nightmare things emerged one after another, accompanied by wind and thunder, as if a storm swept this place, and the already dim light also completely dissipated, and the darkness completely enveloped Holt.

The speaker's sudden attack surprised Holt a little. The attack was huge, but it did not affect Holt. He calmly unfolded his secret energy, and the invisible quagmire swallowed everything around him.

Under Holt's power, the movement of all objects was infinitely slowed down, and even almost absolutely stagnated. These beasts, wind and thunder created out of thin air by fantasy creations were solidified in mid-air, like a frozen frame of a movie.

"What an enviable power," the speaker sighed faintly, "It's good to be young."

Holt knew that the speaker was not praising his youth, but the alchemical matrix he was carrying.

"You are not bad either, you don't look old yet."

Holt saw that the speaker could still move freely, and he could not help but look at this old guy with caution.

At the moment when the secret energy · amber was unfolded, the speaker did not continue to attack the fantasy creation, but gathered a large amount of ether to look around, and with the most basic law · ether mutual repulsion, combined with his own matrix soul criticality, rejected Holt's control.

For Holt's praise, the speaker smiled hoarsely. This had nothing to do with his not being old, but it was just that in the previous few time retracings, the speaker gradually understood the nature of Holt's secret energy and found a way to deal with it.

Holt's secret energy can control the speed of movement of surrounding objects. If necessary, he can force all objects to fall into stagnation to achieve the pseudo effect of time freezing.

Under the influence of this power, anyone wrapped in amber will be a lamb to be slaughtered... In the time replay several times ago, Xiti died in this way. Her movement speed was slowed down, and she watched Holt stride over, punched through her heart, and then broke her neck.

Xiti is not important, she is just a resource.

In this extraordinary food chain, as the founder of the heaven on earth, the Speaker is at the top of everything.

The power of the Aurora enveloped the Speaker, and a large amount of ether was injected into the alchemical matrix, strengthening the critical point of the matrix soul, forming a dense ether barrier close to the body surface.

It takes a lot of ether to avoid the amber wrapping through the ether mutual repulsion. Fortunately, the Speaker has the support of the Aurora power to carry out this stupid counterattack.

Moreover, even if Holt slowed down all the Speaker's creations, as long as the Speaker can keep moving, there is still a chance of winning.

Holt's expression became serious. From his perspective, the speaker realized the nature of his own secret energy almost at the same time as he released it, and then found a way to deal with it.

As expected of an old immortal, he has lived for a long time, and the accumulation of experience has become extremely terrifying.

Holt clenched his fists, and the ether amplification spread all over his body, strengthening his strength and speed, and entering the extreme.

Accompanied by a burst of explosive howling, Holt disappeared from the spot, like an invisible death god, wandering rapidly.

The speaker still looked calm, and he said secretly in his heart.

"First, the left."

Crazy fantasy blossomed, a series of heavy and simple iron walls rose from the ground, and then the iron walls collapsed, and Holt walked through the broken fantasy.

"Haha!"

The speaker laughed, turned his eyes to his side, and said in his heart, "Then the right side."

In the twisted fantasy, rows of iron-cast soldiers raised their iron-cast spears, ready to deal with the cavalry's charge. The next moment, the spears were broken, and the soldiers' formation was completely broken by Holt.

Holt couldn't figure out how the speaker could detect his attack so quickly. This was no longer explained by the so-called prediction, but more like... foreknowledge.

Breaking into the speaker's inner circle, the two's ethers clashed with high intensity, and the sharp sound continued, as if there were a flock of birds wailing around.

Although the speaker's alchemical matrix was backward, his ether strength was a real glory, and under the amplification of the aurora power, it was slightly stronger than Holt.

Holt concentrated his ether and launched rounds of breakthroughs, breaking through the speaker's ether repulsion until it touched his body.

Secret Energy·Amber.

For a moment, the Speaker's body quickly stiffened. The two of them were like generals commanding thousands of troops. If the ether could be embodied into soldiers arranged in a row, then it could be clearly observed that Holt's army broke through the Speaker's defense line. He was chasing and killing the defeated soldiers.

The Speaker was completely frozen in place, and his own ether gradually lost control, but he did not panic, he just showed that ugly smile and looked at Holt.

A deep and distant roar sounded from behind Holt, and a huge python emerged, quickly rolled up on Holt, opened its bloody mouth, and tried to devour him.

Behind the giant snake, Xiti moved her body with all her strength, trying to break through Holt's restraints and launch a new round of attacks.

Holt's offensive was interrupted, and the Speaker happily shouted, "It's just the right time!"

With the help of time retrieval, the battle between the Speaker and Holt is like the chessboard calculation of Othello. The Speaker can start over infinitely, collect all the information that is beneficial to him, and follow the step-by-step direction of the chess game to find the chance of victory.

The attack in front of him has been repeated several times in the eyes of the Speaker. He has already calculated that Xiti will break away from the control at this time and interfere with Holt's attack. He also knows that Holt will smash the giant with one punch next. The snake continued to attack itself.

The Speaker saw it. Holt first feinted with a punch, and then approached him by sacrificing himself for injuries. The real killer move was an impact after his ether was fully charged. That blow would trigger a pure ether torrent, enough to kill the Speaker. The body was completely exploded into powder.

At this moment, in the eyes of the Speaker, all the possibilities in the future are the past that has already happened.

"Suffer death!"

Holt roared, shattering the giant snake into annihilated ether with one punch. Just like what had been repeated countless times, Holt carried out a series of actions according to the trajectory of the past.

Approach, feint attack.

Under the influence of slowness, the Speaker was not very fast, and even a little clumsy. However, with this extremely clumsy movement, he could easily avoid Holt's various heavy blows.

Massive amounts of ether converged on Holt, and the Speaker knew that Holt was about to attempt the fatal blow.

In the last cycle, the Speaker fell in this blow. Now that the future has reached the end of the past, the Speaker once again tries to change his destiny.

The Speaker narrowed his eyes, imagining that he had the power of the Void Spirit School and the power to control the school. He could not only crush other people's consciousness from a distance, but also crush his head together.

The Utopian Seeds that covered the Speaker's body twisted and squirmed. Among them, one Utopian Seed had completely withered away, as if it had exhausted its power. Now another Utopian Seed has shrunk. At the same time, the Illusion Seed that exceeded the limit of secret energy The power of creation is given to the Speaker.

Heartbreaking pain filled Holt's mind, like countless worms gnawing at him. He was convinced that this was an attack from the Ethereal School, but he couldn't figure it out. There were only three of them in the ether reaction here. Where did this weird attack come from.

The consciousness was in pain, and the gathering of ether was also disrupted. The highly condensed power gradually lost control and turned into dazzling lightning, splitting the ground on one side into pieces.

Holt gasped in pain, and before he could take any further action, terrible pressure came from his head, as if a pair of invisible hands were trying to crush his head.

There was a clear sound of blood rushing in his ears, and the soft sound of bones breaking inch by inch. Holt's eyes were bloodshot, and his throat was filled with turbid air.

The gathered ether was completely out of control, and the dazzling light directly engulfed Holt completely.

"Hahaha!"

The Speaker laughed loudly, but the next second, Holt's bloody face emerged in the deadly ether flow. He arrived in front of the Speaker at a speed that could be called a ghost. The remaining ether exploded in full, destroying the Speaker's ether barrier. A gap was created.

It was also in this short gap that Holt grabbed the speaker's throat. Without any nonsense, his five fingers sank into the flesh and blood like a sword, completely tearing the entire throat apart, and then stabbed straight into the chest with the knife. , destroying the speaker's heart and spine.

Almost within a moment of meeting each other, the speaker's body was destroyed by Holt, like a tattered rag.

"You're more resilient than I thought."

The Speaker suppressed his smile. He thought he could kill Holt during this time backtracking.

Holt said nothing, enduring the severe pain on his body, and his fist fell like a heavy hammer, crushing the speaker's head in one fell swoop.

The ripples of time lingered and burst out from the Speaker's body, like rewinding. Everything touched by the ripples was going back along the time axis, even Holt himself.

"I see……"

Holt lost control of his body and could only watch in a daze as he kept retreating and resetting his movements, just like starting a chess game again, with all the chess pieces placed in their initial positions.

"No wonder you can predict my actions," Holt murmured, "This has already happened."

The Speaker nodded with a smile, "Do you think you can survive the next time back?"

In going back again and again, the Speaker gradually found the chance of victory. As long as everything continues to go as he predicted, he will avoid Holt's series of attacks like a prophet and counterattack him at the critical moment.

As for the Utopian Seeds consumed in this battle, the Speaker is not distressed. He can use Holt to supplement them. This is the meaning of the existence of the Nest Heart.

The heart of the nest is not only the residence of the sage council, but also the coverage area of ​​the Utopia. In this heaven on earth, all members will receive eternal life.

As for the price of maintaining the kingdom of heaven on earth, it is actually very simple. It only needs to transform Holt into a fantasy species through the transformation ceremony of the nest heart.

Thinking of this, the Speaker raised his head and glanced at the crystal hive above his head. Some of the huddled figures had already stopped squirming, like transformed insects. In the near future, their bodies will shrivel little by little until they become Become a new ideal seed.

“See you in the next retrospective.”

The Speaker greeted Holt with sarcasm in his words.

The ripples of time swallowed up everything in the heart of the nest, and everything returned to the starting point.

Holt stood in front of the Speaker and said the long-repeated words.

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

This time, the Speaker happily responded, "Of course."

The ether surged wildly between the two, like a roaring volcano, and was about to cause a scene of destruction. At this critical moment, sudden footsteps came from a distance.

Holt glanced behind him in confusion, and the speaker's expression instantly became serious.

Obviously, the chaos in the timeline this time is limited to the battle between the Speaker and Holt. Once there is interference from external forces, the Speaker's previous "foreknowledge" will be disrupted, and he must start over and deduce the battle. .

There is no absolutely perfect power in the world, and the same is true for the Speaker. Even if he has so many fantasy seeds, he still has a fatal flaw. However, under the influence of time regression, Holt has no chance to discover it.

The speaker ordered to Xiti, "Xiti!"

It was just calling her name, but the meaning behind it was already clear.

Siti did not act immediately, but hesitated on the edge of the nest heart. She was very aware of the age of her alchemy matrix, and she knew even better that as long as she was within the scope of the nest heart, she would still stand in the heaven on earth and enjoy eternal life. power, but once you step out...

The news of Giroud's death echoed in her ears.

"Xiti!"

The Speaker urged again. He never thought that Xiti would refuse his order... Maybe he never realized how much these people were afraid of death.

They have lived in vain for too long, so long that just hearing the name of the God of Death will make them tremble and cry, even if they hold power that exceeds that of most people.

Xiti plucked up the courage and prepared to intercept the enemy, but by this time it was already too late.

The door to the heart of the nest was kicked open forcefully, and a strong air flow rushed into the room carrying heavy blood.

"I'm not late, am I?"

Boluogo looked at the Speaker and then at Holt. He raised his resentment and gently grasped the handle of the saw ax with his fingers.

A fight to the death is imminent.

I have a cold, so I will update first.