endless debt

Chapter 572 Canary
As a scholar, seeker of knowledge, and alchemist, Dewar has never been on the battlefield, nor has he ever participated in a battle. In his life, Dewar has been hiding in a safe area and conducting his own secret little research.

The scorching air flow and the icy cold wind slapped his face together, and there were waves of pain all over his body, and a little blood overflowed from his nose.

"Get up!"

Someone roared in Dewar's ear, and then the other party pulled Dewar up.

Dewar felt that he could no longer feel the existence of his legs, but he just stood up stiffly. Fireworks and death filled Dewar's side, and he began to regret this trip.

I am not suitable to do these things. I am a pure scholar. I can’t do such things as going deep into danger. See, this is the embodiment of evil results.

Dewar felt that he was going to die, and then a loud slap was slapped on his face, saving him from the chaotic thoughts. The blurred sound and picture became clear for a moment, and Dewar saw Palmer Yelling at himself.

"What are you in a daze for!"

Palmer picked up a pistol from the guard's body and stuffed it into Dewar's hand. Dewar gripped the handle of the gun vigorously. It was warm to the touch and slightly sticky. Dewar thought it should be It was the blood of the guards.

Palmer pressed Dewar's head down, and a dense rain of bullets grazed the top of his head.

The successive explosions caused a large number of casualties and destroyed many areas along the way. The fire triggered the alarm, and the fire sprinklers started to work. The cold raindrops fell and poured together with the flames, turning into rapidly spreading water vapor .

The guards were caught off guard by the sudden attack, the defense force had not yet regrouped, the enemy had already boarded the ship, the two forces collided head-on, and the roaring gunshots continued under the rain.

The ground began to tilt slightly, and the attackers, like pirates, threw out the hooks and boarded the ship from other areas of the Happy Land. They avoided the guard's force, and then carried out an indiscriminate slaughter.

Some guests are still in extreme fear, and some, like Palmer, are already looking for ways to fight back.

Not long ago, the banquet hall was full of singing and dancing, but now it has turned into a trench with constant fire, and the groans of the wounded continued, and then a stray bullet hit them, ending their pain.

"What a pity..."

Palmer complained that he had already noticed multiple etheric reactions, and the strong etheric fluctuations continued.

Now this is a complete melee, Palmer also wants to participate in this carnival, but he has to protect Dewar, the alchemist is useless now, and he has to find a way to protect him.

"To be honest, you don't look like an alchemist at all!"

Palmer fired towards the outside of the bunker. Unlike Burrogo, Palmer's marksmanship was not accurate. When necessary, he could use secret energy to interfere with the airflow, deflecting the bullet's trajectory to a certain extent.

Blossoming blood flowers burst forth, leaving eye-catching traces on the burnt black wall.

Dewar clenched his pistol tightly, and asked loudly, "How am I not like an alchemist!"

"Remember Teda? The alchemist who inspired you," Palmer sighed, "Damn it, you haven't seen him go crazy, he can tear down the Paradise in minutes! But you! "

Palmer began to miss TEDA. If he was here, he would definitely not be afraid of anyone in terms of fire suppression.

Du Wa was dumbfounded for a while, blushing, and argued, "The alchemists are also divided into scholars and fighters, okay?"

"That is to say, I met a scholar faction who is useless?"

Palmer had had enough, a storm rolled up in his pupils, and he cursed, "I'm so unlucky!"

A powerful hand pressed on Palmer's shoulder, and Palmer turned his head to meet a pair of golden pupils.

"Any plans?"

Palmer asked Geoffrey, who had been silent since the explosion began, holding a rough and terrifying bone-crushing knife in his hand.

"The other party has someone in charge."

Jeffrey's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate nothingness. He was not as sharp as Lebius, but he still felt the powerful etheric reaction.

"More than one."

Surprise flashed in Palmer's eyes, and he said, "We can avoid them."

"No...they've found me."

While Geoffrey was talking, a rising etheric response came from a distance, provoking Jeffrey.

"According to the original plan, I will deal with them, and you and Dewar, go deep into the Paradise," Jeffrey ordered, "This level of explosion is not enough to destroy the void, you will need him. "

"Listen to me," Palmer stopped Jeffrey, "I don't think this incident is right, you have to believe me."

Palmer wasn't kidding. He was a member of the Crow's Nest anyway, and won the Best Newcomer of the Year Award in this capacity. His intelligence-related expertise warned Palmer that this incident was too weird.

"You think I can't detect it?"

Jeffrey laughed, and then said, "Did Bologo tell you how he tracked down the enemy?"

"No...no, I usually follow him wherever he goes," Palmer was a little embarrassed, "Just, don't use your brain, you understand?"

Jeffrey's expression froze for a moment, and then he said, "Bologo told me that when you can't find a clue, you must go to the most chaotic place. Now we are in such a place, maybe there is something wrong with each other. Inextricably linked."

Jeffrey left, relying on the power of those in power, the dense gunfire could not affect him, Palmer sensed the reaction of the ether that kept going away, and turned his head to look at Dewar, whose eyes were full of panic.

Palmer smiled, "It looks like we have to work side by side."

Dewar swallowed, but remembering his original stuff, he still nodded firmly, Palmer couldn't help but sigh, in the part of being obsessed with knowledge, these knowledge seekers are really unstoppable.

"Then first... clear the obstacles!"

Like dying, Palmer rushed out of the bunker and faced the enemy's gunfire.

Palmer wasn't the only one who chose to fight back. He saw a woman overturn the tattered long table and use it as cover.

She tore off the long skirt under her body, revealing her white and beautiful thighs, picked up the rifle from the corpses of the guards, and accurately blasted off the heads of one enemy after another.

She dodged between the bunkers, stepping on high heels that were a few centimeters high, as if walking on the ground. When an enemy approached her, she sent the table knife into the opponent's throat.

Just as the woman was about to make the next attack, there was a sudden burst of applause. She turned her head and saw Palmer cheering towards her.

Palmer likes such a lady, which reminds him of the equally vigorous Vorcelyn.

"Hide!"

Palmer yelled at the woman. The woman didn't want to talk to Palmer at first, but she noticed the gradually rising etheric reaction in Palmer's body. She made a conscious choice and immediately hid behind the bunker.

A sense of coldness crawled along Dewar's spine, and he couldn't help shivering, as if something was about to happen, and then he heard the sound of the wind moving forward, as if the storm speeded up and engulfed The Paradise number.

Mystery · Stormrage Absolution
Almost at the same time, terrible wind pressure poured into the banquet hall, rolled up the residues and fragments on the ground, and melted them into blades. Against the wind, the enemies were instantly cut by the residues and fragments, bursting into countless The wound, blood spilled.

They tried to fire back, but they couldn't even open their eyes. Countless eardrum-cutting sounds sounded, and the banquet hall was filled with invisible and transparent wind-cast blades. They smashed all the flesh and blood along the way like a school of galloping fish.

The enemies wailed, their bodies were cut into pieces of flesh by the wind blade, and even turned into a blood mist. The air current would engulf them like an invading tide, rushing them out of the banquet hall, and pieces of corpses were scattered into the air , Some fell on the pier, and some fell directly to the bottom of the sea.

The banquet hall fell silent, Palmer dragged Dewar and talked to him excitedly.

"It's up to you to show."

Dewar was dazed for a few seconds, and then layers of gear halos appeared on his pupils, analyzing the virtual domain structure of the Paradise.

"This way!"

Dewar pointed the way, leading Palmer.

The two ran for a short time, and there was a slight sound of footsteps following them. Palmer suddenly turned his head and pointed the gun behind him, only to see a woman's figure emerge from the darkness.

"Ma'am, are you running in the wrong direction?"

The woman was panting and barefoot, and the pair of high heels were too much of a hindrance. She glanced at the black muzzle of the gun, walked up to the two without fear, and then looked at Dewar.

"Can you break through the imaginary domain?"

"Theoretically yes."

Dewar couldn't understand the current situation, but he knew his identity as a tool man, and he took out his pocket, and he held several tools similar to screwdrivers in his hands.

"Okay, try to break through here."

The woman crouched down, her palms pressed to the ground, and Palmer's gun was placed on the back of her head as he yelled, "Hey hey hey! Who are you!"

Dewar observed for a while, the ground under their feet was being covered by the virtual domain, and conventional explosions had no effect on it.

"It will take a while for me to break through..."

The woman said, "As long as you can affect it a little bit, such as reducing its power."

"Then I'll try."

"Hey, you two!"

Palmer yelled, he admired this woman, but it doesn't mean he can tolerate her excessive behavior, now there are potential enemies everywhere, who knows what is going on with this woman.

Just when Palmer was about to pull the trigger, Dewar successfully interfered with the operation of the Void Realm, causing the ether to become disordered. At the same time, an etheric reaction far beyond expectations erupted from the woman.

In an instant, an invisible force acted on the ground, and the area under the three of them began to collapse in a regular circle, and then completely collapsed into the next floor amidst the whining sound of metal.

Palmer was a little dazed, no matter how dull he was, he realized that the woman had just broken through a layer of imaginary domain in an extremely rough way, and the three of them gradually entered the core of the Paradise.

The woman stood up straight, and she completely tore off the drooping long skirt, her figure was uneven, as if she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit.

She grabbed Palmer's hand and shook it slightly, her tone nonchalant.

"Unbound Poetry Club, Canary."

(End of this chapter)