The roots slowly coiled around Bologue, wrapping him heavily, and with a slight force, a large amount of blood plasma oozed from the gaps. The thick branches crushed the frail mortal body into flesh.
Gold no longer paid attention to Bologue, and he reported to the man, "Fast was killed by that guy... He looks like a field staff of the Order Bureau, and ordinary Condensators don’t possess such will."
It seems that Gold admired Bologue’s fearless charge, but admiration aside, it didn’t prevent Gold from crushing Bologue.
"Is that so? The loss is still within expectations." The man nodded, then looked at the alchemy puppet in his hand that was unresponsive.
The man sighed, "I didn’t expect her to be an alchemy puppet and to have acquired a Fantasy Species."
"The Fantasy Species has already been activated, and it’s unknown what kind of wish she made with it," Gold looked at the broken Aimou, also feeling surprised, "Should we remove the Fantasy Species first? Once the power is exhausted, this thing is useless."
"Let’s take her back first; the Fantasy Species is too rare. I’m not sure how to remove it, and..."
The man frowned, reaching out to play with Aimou’s cheek, which remained unresponsive, as if dead.
"And, she has already successfully made a wish to the Fantasy Species. This means her wish is in process, and it’s unknown what kind of anomaly this will cause."
Gold nodded in agreement, he unleashed Secret Energy, conjuring massive roots that extended as Long Bridges connecting each cliff.
"Let’s go, the containment of the Immortal Heart over there should also be finished," Gold said.
This time, the King’s Shield Guard poured all their effort, their primary target being the Immortal Heart carried by Teda, and the Fantasy Species on Aimou was an unexpected bonus.
But in any case, they had already won half of this operation, the action was so sudden that even if the Order Bureau could react, by the time they arrived, it would almost be over here.
"This is just the first step to restoring the throne..." Gold whispered, his eyes filled with ecstatic joy.
As long as the Immortal Heart was obtained, the Shadow King’s life could be prolonged, then the subsequent matters would become easier.
To reclaim the things that should rightfully belong to them...
Gold couldn’t help but smile, immersed in the beautiful fantasy, therefore he didn’t notice the lurking danger.
The man beside him noticed the presence of danger; he tried to warn Gold, but it was evidently too late.
Elaborate radiance crawled along the man’s throat, his stance made a lion’s roar, and the thunderous roar shook the heavens and the earth.
Ether surged in the sound wave, a lethal impact washing like angry waves, Gold was on the edge of the impact, his beautiful fantasy shattered by the roar, by the time he noticed it all, the silver-white figure was already close at hand.
Gold exclaimed, but his voice was completely covered by the man’s roar, and he himself was also affected by the roar, constantly shaking.
Only to see that silver-white figure resurrected, silver hands extended from Bologue’s body, gripping the ground, even the impact of the sound waves couldn’t slow his pace.
The man was shocked by this; even though the sound waves couldn’t shake Bologue, this high-pitched sound should have caused a dizzying impact on Bologue, then he saw it.
A few drops of silver liquid oozed from Bologue’s ear canal, interspersed with bright red blood.
Now Bologue’s world was silent, all he had in his eyes was Gold, the roots were too late to defend, Gold’s indifferent expression finally disappeared, replaced by a resistance to death anger.
Ether surged, enveloping Gold’s body, as a Prayer Believer, Gold also mastered certain Ethereal Techniques, but due to the nature of Secret Energy, few could approach Gold, hence he seldom used Ethereal Techniques.
Gold roared, a milky barrier formed in front of him, high concentration of ether gathered within it, condensing into an Ethereal Barrier.
Bologue was blocked by the Ethereal Barrier, his figure blurred, Gold thought he stopped Bologue, but the next second, the rampant evil spirit appeared out of nowhere.
The Face of Horror seemed to have come alive, the extending leather completely wrapped Bologue’s face, it opened its jagged mouth wide, rolling flames burned in its throat, emitting sparks with each breath.
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Gold’s heart was completely consumed by fear, but as the King’s Shield Guard, he quickly sobered up.
As expected, it was all an illusion, the hateful evil spirit in front of him was gone, only the extremely angry Bologue remained.
No... there was still something changed.
Now the Ethereal Barrier was filled with cracks, collapsing sparks continuously, among the dense sparks, a sharp, narrow blade pierced through.
At the moment of the Face of Horror’s impact, the ether output sustaining the Ethereal Barrier also stalled for a second, this crucial second allowed the blade to break through the barrier.
Bologue roared, shattering the Ethereal Barrier, and the sharp blade rapidly reflected Gold’s face.
"Wait for the opportunity!"
The two figures overlapped, a piercing coldness swept across, and the sharp blade penetrated Gold’s chest.
The long sword began to wriggle, preparing to burst into wildly growing thorns, completely churning Gold’s internal organs, but just then, the delayed roots finally grabbed Bologue, wrapping around his lower body, forcefully tossing Bologue away.
The blade withdrew, splattering a massive stain of blood in mid-air.
Gold clutched his chest and knelt down, he gasped painfully, blood poured out quickly, accumulating into a pool of blood beneath him.
Bologue’s voice rolled in mid-air, this time there were no allies by his side, the man roared in anger, heavy sound waves slammed onto Bologue’s body. Even though Bologue had lost his hearing now, the powerful shock pinned him dead against the side of the cliff.
As if countless heavy hammers were ceaselessly hammering Bologue, bones and organs twisted and shattered in an instant, just having revived, at this moment he turned into a puddle of mud again, after the roar ended, fell powerlessly from the cliff, smashing into pieces.
"Are you okay, Gold!"
The man focused intently on the position where Bologue fell while calling out.
Gold didn’t respond, he tightly clutched his chest to prevent more blood from oozing out, and his rapid breathing kept on, even the brilliance of ether became chaotic.
The man cursed, if Gold died too then they were actually hunted down by a First Stage Condenser, killing two Second Stage Prayer Believers.
This is beyond just shameful.
"Hey, that guy over there."
In a pool of dirty blood, Bologue leaned on his blade slowly standing up, he had already sensed the man’s power, that deadly ether intensity crushed him in an instant.
The opponent was a Negative Power User... meaning in the fourth time reversal, there would be at least one Negative Power User and two Prayer Believers here?
Forget it, don’t think about these for now.
As the self-healing proceeded, Bologue’s hearing gradually recovered, the noisy world returned again.
Hood looked at this guy standing up again, he recalled the intelligence related to the Order Bureau not long ago.
"The resurrected... Lazarus."