Chapter 526: Octopus Under the Glacier

As the black fog rolled, Archibald's body gradually disappeared in front of Ron. Just above the sky, the repairman who was about to break through the barrier between the management office and the Dusk Continent lost the opportunity to descend to the lower world by a hair's breadth. He could only roar unwillingly, and above the sky, bursts of thunder erupted.

Looking up, I saw clouds rising in the sky.

The cracks that had been torn open before were gradually repaired until there was no trace left.

The sky had returned to its original state, but Ron could vaguely feel that there was a huge eyeball floating in the sky, staring at the world below! In that eyeball, Ron felt the rage of the sky.

I'm not willing to accept this.

He is just one step away from entering the Dusk Continent.

He was just one step away from plucking out Archibald's eyes to avenge his one-eyed son.

He was just one step away from clearing out Ron, the damn anomaly, and restoring most of the chaos on the Dusk Continent.

But this tiny difference can lead to a huge mistake.

But now, Archibald has re-entered the abyss, and the conditions for the Mechanic to interfere with the Dusk Continent no longer exist. In this case, even a being like the Mechanic does not have the qualifications to enter the Dusk Continent. He can only watch Archibald disappear from his sight and watch that guy Ron show off his power in the Dusk Continent.

It's humiliating.

As an administrator and a repairman of the world line, when had He ever suffered such humiliation?

In the sky, the roaring sound was like muffled thunder, one after another, but no matter how terrifying the roar was, and no matter how many creatures were frightened, it could not cause any harm to the lower world.

Even Ron quickly lost interest after hearing the mechanic's roars. Perhaps this was called impotence and rage? Although Ron couldn't do anything to the mechanic now, seeing the mechanic's impotence and rage still satisfied his vanity. He smiled and looked around.

Without the support of the law of time, the corpses of 200,000 bearmen fell to the ground, motionless. In the cold wind, their manes that had lost their original luster fluttered around like weeds.

A well-defined skeleton, wrapped in wrinkled bear skin.

Looking at the appearance, it is hard to imagine what kind of pain they endured before dying.

Ron frowned.

He suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Two hundred thousand elite bearmen were killed. Although the bearmen were not completely wiped out, they were basically not much different. Now there are only a group of old, weak and sick bearmen left. In the orc territory, let alone other tribes, even the bad weather is enough to take away the future of the bearmen.

But...did you really do this yourself?

Two hundred thousand.

Ron felt that he should not be such a bloodthirsty person, but for some reason, when he was slaughtering an army of 200,000 bearmen, there was not a single bit of mercy in his heart.

It was as if they were just a group of ants, and he could just kill them without any ripples in his heart.

Could it be that this is the aftereffect of entering the realm of destruction?

In the game, the division of realms is not so obvious. You just keep upgrading your levels. When you can no longer upgrade your levels, you complete a breakthrough task and enter the next realm.

Of course, there is no such thing as realm enlightenment.

Although there is a text introduction, to be honest, who would take it seriously?

Perhaps, the effect of the Destruction Realm on practitioners is that their souls gradually become bloodthirsty, cruel, and bloodthirsty? They gradually seek perfection through killing?

Or does it mean that as the realm improves, the practitioner's humanity will gradually weaken, while his divinity will gradually strengthen?

And divinity is inherently indifferent.

Ron thought about it seriously, but still couldn't get an accurate answer.

Fortunately, he is not the type who would get stuck in a rut and would just stop thinking about things he can't figure out.

All in all, the seven guardians of destiny of the orcs all died in this conflict, which was enough. Without these guys, at least they didn't have to worry about being backstabbed when fighting against the evil spirits. The mission had been successfully completed.

As for the energy loss?

To be honest, it's really a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

For Ron now, the energy previously consumed can be mostly restored in a few breaths.

I don't know where Noctis ran off to.

The war here has ended, and Noctis has not reappeared.

He originally wanted to take advantage of this conflict to kill Noctis. Although that guy was not the Guardian of Destiny, he was a tool chosen by the repairman after all. Although his strength was not that great, there was still a very subtle possibility that he could cause him a little trouble.

It was a pity that the guy actually handed over his life-saving substitute doll to him before the conflict, which made Ron soft-hearted and did not kill him directly.

Never mind, never mind, he's just a minor character who's not worth mentioning anyway. If this guy knows what's good for him, it's not impossible to let him live. But if Noctis himself doesn't learn his lesson and still wants to die, then the friendship between him and the substitute doll will end here.

Shaking his head, Ron stopped thinking about Noctis. Compared to Noctis, Ron now cared more about Philomena.

After all, Philomena was Archibald's only daughter.

Although it seems that Archibald is not a daughter-con, he is probably not much better.

He had always been the one to take advantage of Archibald before, but this was the first time this fellow villager came to him for help. Ron felt that, apart from anything else, he had to do this matter well just for the sake of their fellow villager. If anything really happened to Philomena, there would be an irreparable rift between the fellow villagers.

At this moment, Ron didn't care about the loss of magic power. He rode a stream of light and flew towards the far north.

Shortly after Ron's figure disappeared, a figure gradually emerged from the void. Who else could it be but Noctis? This guy had never left too far from the beginning to the end, and had been wandering around the battlefield... Or rather, Noctis had escaped, fled very far, but returned again for some uncontrollable reason.

He had been hiding in the void, right above this battlefield, and was so close to him, but Ron couldn't detect him.

It can even be said that even Archibald was so focused on the repairman that he didn't notice Noctis's presence.

If you look closely, you will find that there is something obviously wrong with Noctis now. Although his figure and appearance are still the same, the aura around him is completely different from before.

Compared to his previous flamboyant temperament, Noctis is now obviously more restrained, but the pair of pure white wings behind him are now covered with a layer of light gray mist, and the wings seem to be much larger than before.

It has an appearance very similar to that of humans, but for some reason, at first glance it looks more like a big bird.

Noctis stared quietly at the direction where Ron left, with a slightly cold arc at the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at a dead person.

But Noctis was not in a hurry to catch up. He first looked down at his body with an undisguised look of disgust in his eyes. This body was too weak for him now. If he really relied on this body to fight Ron, he would not have time to exert his strength before this body would collapse first.

I have to think of a way to improve my physical fitness.

And this method is not difficult.

Noctis grinned with a sinister smile on his face, spread his wings behind him, and soared into the sky with a whoosh. He stretched out his right claw towards the front and grabbed hard. The next moment countless figures appeared in front of Noctis out of thin air. The light was obscured, and the whole world seemed to darken, as if a thick layer covered the sky and the earth.

Those figures were actually the remaining bearmen from the bearman tribe living nearby.

They were either bear cubs or sick creatures who had long lost their ability to hunt.

Poor last members of the bear people, they didn't even understand what was happening to them. They just stayed in their nests and lived honestly, either sleeping soundly or filling their stomachs. No one understood what was going on, they just felt their bodies appeared in mid-air in a flash before their eyes.

One figure after another subconsciously struggled desperately.

But there was no use in struggling.

Puff puff puff puff…

Only bursts of strange noises were heard, and the bodies of tens of thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled people left in the bear people tribe exploded one by one in mid-air.

In an instant, the scarlet blood mist turned into a thick scarlet cloud that rolled in front of Noctis. The poor last descendant of the Ursine tribe didn't even have time to let out a scream before being crushed directly.

The remaining flesh and bones fell to the ground.

This scene looks even more terrifying than the more than 200,000 corpses on the ground.

But the strange thing was that although the flesh and bones fell, the scarlet blood rain did not land on the glacier. Instead, it stayed beside Noctis, slowly wriggling like a sea of ​​blood. Looking at the scarlet in front of him, a hint of excitement flashed in Noctis' eyes, and then Noctis opened his mouth.

call.

He sucked hard, and his mouth instantly turned into a huge whirlpool.

Large swaths of scarlet blood mist began to be swallowed by Noctis.

As soon as the blood was swallowed by Noctis, it immediately began to merge into Noctis' body. Noctis' body even began to flash with bursts of strange red light.

The originally normal body quickly became hard, and gradually began to exude a metallic luster.

The process was very quick. In less than thirty seconds, all the blood had been swallowed up by Noctis. Noctis smacked his lips, feeling as if he had not yet finished.

After feeling it a little, he could feel that the strength of this body had increased three times.

This improvement seemed huge, but it still couldn't satisfy Noctis. With this physical strength, he could only use his magical powers three or five times at most, and then his body would collapse due to lack of support. Noctis let out a breath in annoyance, looked around and quickly selected a direction. He stretched out his hand and grabbed, and a large number of figures appeared out of thin air.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This time, it's a werewolf.

…

Ron didn't know what happened after he left. At this moment, he was heading to the Far North as fast as he could.

He was a little worried about Philomena.

Originally Ron was not worried about Philomena's safety.

According to Bai Yuan, although Philomena's realm was also at the peak of the legendary level, the two sisters would not be Philomena's opponents if they really fought. The most important thing was that Philomena had a complete set of powerful equipment left by the blasphemer, and even some holy relics that the blasphemer had specially made for Philomena.

This is definitely the type whose strength cannot be judged by realm.

Bai Yuan was not sure whether Philomena had entered the Realm of Destruction, but he felt that an ordinary strong man in the Realm of Destruction would not be a match for Philomena.

With Niafu's help, Philomena's safety should not be a problem.

But Archibald's personal appearance made Ron change his mind.

You know, this fellow has been hiding in the abyss to avoid the repairman's pursuit. Archibald would never leave the abyss easily unless it was an extremely important matter. This time he actually left the abyss just to ask himself to save Philomena.

Archibald's strength is far stronger than his own, so it can only be said that there was something wrong with his arrangement.

Flying at super high speed, Ron's body almost turned into a pure light. It was really a fleeting shadow. His own speed had been pushed to the extreme by Ron, and a series of afterimages gradually broke apart behind him.

On the ice field, everything was silver-white, and there was almost no difference at first glance.

If there wasn't a large world shrouded in gray-black mist ahead, Ron would even doubt whether he would get lost over this ice field.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Ron plunged headfirst into the gray-black world.

This is a polluted area.

As soon as he entered the contaminated area, Ron almost immediately felt the abnormality of this area. There was clearly no trace of fire, but between the sky and the earth, he could clearly see pieces of black ashes falling slowly like catkins and heavy snow.

When the ashes fell on his body, the robe was instantly corroded by holes of various sizes, and the skin under the fabric was burning with pain.

Some evil, crazy power was surging out from the ashes, trying to penetrate Ron's body.

This is the erosion and pollution of evil spirits.

Originally, Ron had regarded this evil spirit as a very difficult opponent, but now it seems that the strength of this evil spirit is even stronger than Ron expected. Ron has no doubt that if these ashes fall on ordinary creatures, the high temperature released from them can probably burn the creatures to ashes in an instant.

If it falls on a legendary master, he will probably be skinned alive if not killed.

Looking ahead, there were ashes like this, which were simply endless and denser than heavy snow. There was nowhere to hide.

Although he didn't know how far this place was from the location of the evil spirit, Ron could imagine that the ashes along the way alone would be enough to cause great loss of energy to the intruder.

By the time the intruder finally appears in front of the evil spirit, it is considered a skill if he can retain 30% to 50% of his own strength. What's the point of fighting him?

What's more, with the erosion happening all the time and everywhere, the energy loss is absolutely even more exaggerated.

Isn't that guy an evil spirit? Aren't evil spirits all stupid? Wasn't this evil spirit fed with hundreds of bottles of berserk potion by Noctis? How could he be so smart? Ron dared not neglect it anymore. He complained a few words in his heart and then rushed in the direction of the most concentrated pollution.

…

Whoosh! The sound of air being violently swept up.

There was a tall and thick shadow hanging above my head.

Right above Bai Lan and Philomena's heads, there was a huge and thick tentacle.

The tentacle was at least several hundred meters long and more than ten meters in diameter, like a giant python that had awakened its spiritual intelligence and practiced for hundreds of years. It was dark red all over, and the surface of the tentacle seemed to be covered with a layer of slippery mucus, flashing a strange light.

Although the surface was not covered with tumor-like bumps and did not look that ugly, the creepy feeling of fear had not diminished at all. At least the round suction cups under the tentacles and the densely packed serrated, constantly wriggling sharp teeth inside the suction cups were enough to make Bai Lan and Philomena's scalps tingle.

Seeing the tentacles falling from the sky, Bai Lan and Philomena's faces changed drastically.

Without any hesitation, the two of them slapped each other almost at the same time.

Bang.

With a dull sound, Philomena and Bai Lan flew backwards at the same time, narrowly avoiding the attack from the sky.

Immediately, the huge tentacle of unknown weight slammed heavily onto the glacier.

Rumble.

With the violent roar, the vast glacier also trembled.

There was even a crisp clicking sound in the middle.

Looking ahead, all you can see are countless tiny ice crystals floating freely above the ice layer, reflecting the dazzling light.

Because of the attack by the tentacle, a crack hundreds of meters long appeared on the Wanli Glacier.

The violent impact directly rolled up the snow on the ice and hit the chests of Bai Lan and Philomena who had just landed on the ground. Bai Lan's strength was slightly weaker. She was just an ordinary, normal legendary peak master, and her strength was far from that incredible.

The impact came towards him, and Bai Lan only felt a pain in his chest. He could no longer keep his feet on the ground, and his whole body instantly left the ground. He rolled violently in the air and was blown several thousand meters away.

As for Philomena, a sickly flush instantly appeared on her face. She stepped back with stomping steps, and her fair little face changed several times in a short period of time.

The mercury lamp suspended above the head seemed to be affected by the violent impact and flickered, as if it could go out at any time.

After retreating dozens of steps, Philomena finally stopped, and her chest suddenly felt a dull pain. She opened her mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blush on her face instantly faded, turning her face pale.

She raised her little hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She watched the tentacles in front of her gradually retract. Following the tentacles, she saw a huge monster suddenly appear in front of Philomena.

That is an octopus.

An octopus bigger than a mountain.

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