Chapter 1519 - 68: Three Rules of Patterns (3)

The Speaker fantasized, fantasizing that he had the ability of Fantasy Becoming Reality, and also imagined that he possessed the power to influence others’ minds.

Fantasy, fantasy, in this Earthly Celestial Kingdom, all dreams eventually become reality.

The Speaker opened his mouth wide, silently howling.

A profound and sinister darkness spread rapidly, enveloping the Nest Core completely. Bologue and Holt were deeply trapped within, unable to see each other’s presence.

Bologue held his breath, realizing that the Speaker was even more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

Illusion Creation could be said to be the power closest to a miracle. Before it, all impossibilities would be realized, such as a Seeker of Glory from the Illusion Creation school, like the Speaker, unleashing a spiritual attack similar to the Void Spirit School.

In the darkness, it was filled with a sense of madness and chaos. Waves of whispers emerged from within, like invisible phantoms wandering in the dark. These voices kept changing, sometimes a blurry call, sometimes sharp mockery, and sometimes chaotic chanting.

They continuously disturbed Bologue’s mind, his thoughts becoming confused and bewildered.

Bologue gripped the Sword Axe tightly. From the previous time reversal, the Speaker had already figured out Holt’s abilities. This time, his primary attack target should be himself. Only in this way could he gain the upper hand in the next time reversal.

The whispers grew increasingly intense, no longer indistinct but clear and piercing. Each word seemed like a needle piercing into Bologue’s mind, constantly stirring his thoughts.

He had to admit, even if Bologue’s mind was firm, the physiological reactions were unavoidable. His heartbeat accelerated, and the breath he was holding loosened, becoming rapid.

Peculiar hallucinations sprouted before Bologue’s eyes. He saw strange shapes wandering in the darkness, indescribable shadows twisting in whispers. Gradually, Bologue’s senses became chaotic and confused, as if he had lost perception of reality.

This time, Bologue no longer persisted, but calmly closed his eyes, as if giving up all resistance.

A cool breeze felt behind him, as a withered hand pierced through Bologue’s chest, extracting his still-beating heart.

The Speaker sarcastically remarked, "Your willpower is much weaker than his."

Bologue’s body leaned forward, as if about to crash heavily to the ground. But suddenly, Bologue planted a foot firmly on the ground, swiftly turning around, swinging his Sword Axe towards the Speaker.

The Speaker hadn’t expected Bologue to have the strength to counterattack, nor anticipated the Ether turning against him, gnawing at his body like a swarm of snakes.

The Sword Axe was bound by vines arising out of nowhere. They further extended, binding Bologue tightly. Yet, Bologue did not resist, only wielding a fierce Ether roar. It seemed like he was mustering a lethal strike or pointing the way for someone else’s attack.

On the other side of the darkness, Holt closed his eyes. He forgot the existence of darkness and illusion, using only Ether’s perception to view the world.

Thus, he sensed the blazing Ether from Bologue and, from that intense Ethereum Mutual Exclusion, pinpointed the hidden Speaker.

The Speaker only heard a sharp whistling sound, his waist brutally severed by tremendous force. In the belated agony, he saw Holt, who appeared inexplicably.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the Speaker once again activated the Fantasy Species, gazing at the spreading ripples of time. It was at this moment that Bologue fully confirmed the power the Speaker possessed.

The following events were straightforward, just like the repeated happenings before. In the time ripples, the tragically deceased Siti came back to life, the shattered ground reassembled, and all things returned to the starting point. This time, the reset included Bologue.

As his vision cleared and the haze in his mind dissipated, Bologue once again stood at the gates of the Nest Core. Ahead, Holt was looking at him with surprise, while Siti and the Speaker were ready for action.

It seemed Bologue understood something, and he directly spoke.

"Holt, in the name of the Unshakable, I’m notifying you we’re experiencing Emergency Case 09. The exact number of resets is unknown, but it’s certain that he is the instigator."

Holt was somewhat bewildered by Bologue’s words. This guy suddenly appeared and then said this... Wait a minute, Unshakable, Emergency Case 09?

"May I ask, how many times have we met now?" Holt asked quietly.

Bologue held up two fingers to Holt, as if making a gesture of agreement.

In the distance, the Speaker’s expression drastically changed. He did not understand what the Unshakable was, nor what Emergency Case 09 was. He only knew Bologue had defied the previous plot development, something he shouldn’t have been able to do.

This time, Bologue did not advance but took several steps back, retreating outside the Nest Core, standing behind the door.

Finding the pattern, recognizing the pattern, utilizing the pattern.

These were the rules Bologue kept in his heart. In every bizarre battle, this rational way of viewing things had greatly aided Bologue.

Bologue ordered, "Holt, conduct trial and error for me."

Upon hearing this, Holt’s figure vanished from the spot, accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, abruptly descending before the Speaker’s eyes.

At this moment, the Speaker still couldn’t figure out what factor went wrong in these numerous time reversals, leading to the current situation.

"A professional for this kind of problem resolution?"

Suddenly, the Speaker remembered what Holt had said to him during the first time reversal. Looking at Bologue now, the Speaker couldn’t help but shout.

"Is it you?"

Bologue ignored the Speaker’s roar, calmly observing the Nest Core, with a suspicion in his heart, "The scope of the time reversal is limited to this Earthly Celestial Kingdom."

The answer isn’t clear yet, but that’s okay. Once this time reversal ends, the truth will surely surface.