Endless Debt.

Chapter 826 Pure Blood
Boluoge took a long breath to relieve the exhaustion and pressure in his heart. It is not an easy task to order the flesh and blood to self-destruct. In addition to the huge consumption of ether, the burden on the spirit is also extremely heavy.

It can be said that at the same time as issuing the command, Bologo will control the ether, swing a thousand knives at every inch of flesh and blood, and carefully chop it into mud without leaving any remaining pieces, and this process is not gradual , but simultaneously within an instant.

Bologo's breath was a little sluggish, his eyelids became heavy, and he felt drowsy, but he still cheered up enough to observe the sea of ​​blood that gradually calmed down.

With the help of the burning fire, Bologo could see the darkness clearly, and the endless blood piled up evenly at the bottom of the deep pit, forming a quiet lake of blood.

Looking at such a huge lake of blood, Bologo felt a little uneasy. You must know that every time the lady appeared, she emerged from such blood.

It seems that for that lady, she can freely shuttle in the flesh and blood of believers, and every fanatic of the Scarlet Sect is a moving altar of flesh and blood for her, who can sacrifice herself at any time to make her come down.

Compared with other devils, that lady appeared in the material world a bit too frequently. She was very active, but it was also because of her activity that she was able to organize such a powerful force in the material world.

Forget about this disturbing enemy first, Bologo continued to think about his own decomposition of matter. With the blessing of infinite narrowness, his tendency to mystic energy can be infinitely reduced towards the micro level, then he can do it... Rule the soul?

This does not sound impossible, as long as one can saturate the other party's soul with one's own ether, it must be known that in the theories of scholars, the soul is also regarded as a kind of extremely pure ether to a certain extent.

But... But the golden soul is unfettered, this is an iron law that even the devil cannot break, and this also contradicts Burogo's own thinking.

It seems that the matter of controlling the soul is still only in theory for the time being. I still have a long way to go before this step, so I will take the next step, like manipulating this flesh and blood monster to self-destruct, Boluo Ge may be able to focus his next research on the collapse of microscopic flesh and blood.

Instead of letting flesh and blood burst and organs explode, but at a narrower level, let them self-destruct in the structure of tissue cells?

Bologo tried to imagine that scene. Without a sound, the flesh and blood lost the ability to connect with each other, as if being cut into pieces from the cell level by hundreds of millions of sharp knives, and annihilated like smoke... This sounds a little strange Possibly, but Burlogo can take his time.

Start by annihilating a tiny thing.

Just when Bologo was immersed in his own thoughts, ripples suddenly appeared on the calm blood lake, as if something was being conceived in it, and then a huge translucent embryo surfaced, roaring The sound of heartbeat echoed in it.

Burrog's eyes changed slightly, and at the same time, he noticed that the walls of the deep pit had also begun to turn into flesh and blood, turning into a wriggling, mucus-filled stomach wall.

The plague of flesh and blood is much more difficult than Bologo imagined. The self-collapse just now, Bologo only destroyed its form, and did not affect its essential changes.

Nature?

All extraordinary existence is based on the foundation of ether. In comparison, the best way to suppress the plague of flesh and blood is the prohibition and silence of the ether, but just like the quiet line of defense against the beasts of the herd, this is just suppression, not completely. destroy it.

While Bologo was thinking, as the ripples spread, the weird creature inside the embryo was also changing. It absorbed the flesh and blood around it, and began to grow crazily by devouring the "self", from a vague creature to a With a clear shape, the lines and spots on its body became more and more obvious, as if exuding some kind of magical power.

The membrane on the embryo was torn, and the twisted monster roared, causing the entire blood lake to violently rippling, and the blood rain danced like a violent storm.

But before Bologo could make a move, a scorching air flow swept from above, and the bright light magnified rapidly. The next moment, a series of fiery fireballs descended, accompanied by the piercing sound of sparks cracking and fiery breath, they were like As if punished by God, they smashed at the twisted monster one after another.

At the moment of the collision, bright sparks splashed, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

A familiar figure descended from the deep pit, and the processing team came faster than Burlogo imagined.

"Meet you again, Bologo."

An icy voice sounded, and after the bolide, several figures descended quickly, and Bologo controlled the surrounding rock walls in good time, creating a ring-shaped platform for this group of people to settle down.

Bologo took a closer look, he knew this group of people, the ninth group of the Field Service Department, atheists, in the division of functions, they are the devil action group, and they have dealt with many extraordinary disasters related to the devil. The cooperation of the watchtower can allow them to be released quickly through the door of the winding path.So they were sent to deal with the matter, as Burlogo had expected.

"Captain Carnegie."

Bologo nodded gently. When he first met Carnegie, Bologo was still a sublimator and a newcomer. Now he is already a power bearer and the leader of the action team on an equal footing with Carnegie. .

"You did a very good job of controlling the disaster in time and not letting it expand."

Carnegie glanced at the blood lake below. The flesh and blood creation that had just recovered was torn apart by the fire meteor. The broken flesh and blood struggled hard, but they were burned into coke by the fire.

The other members of the ninth group lived high above the blood lake. Before arriving at the scene, they passed through the special equipment of the logistics department. Each of them carried a huge gas tank. The fire snake, while burning up the flesh and blood, also directly heated the blood lake to boil.

The gas burned by the fireworks is a special gas from the sublimation furnace core, so the fire it ignites also has extraordinary characteristics, showing a strong suppression against the plague of flesh and blood.

The most obvious reaction is that the flesh and blood of the rock wall gradually slowed down until it completely stagnated, and large pieces of flesh and blood were peeled off from the walls, revealing the essence of the rock.

The flames were about to consume the air, and Bologo's chest felt a little stuffy, and the suffocation continued to hit him.

"Leave first."

Carnegie patted Burrog on the shoulder, and Burrog nodded, then asked, "What should you do next?"

"Keep burning, burning everything, draining it of all life force," Carnegie replied.

There was a little more puzzlement in Burrogo's eyes, "I tried to destroy it before, and I did, but it came back to life..."

"You didn't really kill it, you just crushed its form." Carnegie glanced at the tumbling flesh and blood below. "To solve this extreme thing, you need to completely obliterate its essence."

Billows of black smoke rose from the charred flesh, almost obscuring everyone's vision.

Bologo savored Carnegie's words, and soon Burlogo understood what he meant. What Bologo killed was only the form, and did not destroy its extraordinary characteristics. As long as this characteristic is still there, it can still Transform matter into flesh.

Its essence needs to be obliterated.

The essence of all supernatural qualities is ether.

"The ether that governs it."

Thinking of these words in his heart, Bologo didn't stay any longer, and stretched out his silver hand towards the surroundings. Like a giant spider, he quickly climbed up the rock wall until he got out of the deep pit he dug.

At this time, the sky has become clear, and Bologo once worried that dealing with the plague of flesh and blood would cause a large-scale panic among the residents of Greystone town, but when he stood on the street, the whole Greystone town was very quiet, as if everyone was still asleep .

Closing his eyes, Bologo easily sensed another powerful etheric reaction. Just like himself, the other party is also a negative person. When he opened his eyes and looked around, Bologo saw it on the tallest clock tower in the town. That tall figure.

The other party should be the ruler of the Ethereal School. The nature of the secret energy may be related to manipulating sleep. She made all ordinary people within the range fall into a deep sleep to avoid seeing this terrible scene.

In addition, many field staff arrived at the scene, just like the procedure that Bologo was familiar with, pulling up the irrelevant cordon and surveying the surrounding situation.

Not long after, the ninth group of people also evacuated from the deep pit. They did not know where to build a giant oil tank, dumped dozens of tons of fuel oil into the deep pit, and ignited a raging fire.

Like a volcanic eruption, the erupting flames rushed out from the bottom of the deep pit, spewing out tongues of flame nearly tens of meters high, and thick black smoke straight into the sky.

"It's like a bonfire party...too bad it's daytime."

Looking at this scene, Burlogo had such an absurd thought in his heart.

Handing over the scene to the ninth group, Bologo set off and turned back to the chapel, where Amy was waiting for Burlogo, with York tied up by the five flowers lying on his side.

In order to prevent York from being exposed to direct sunlight, Amyu wrapped him tightly with a black cloth. As for the weird thorny pain lock, it was hung on the side. Without drinking blood, it would be It is no different from ordinary chains.

"Is it resolved?" Amy asked when he saw Burlog come back.

"Well, it went well," said Burlogo, "the control was timely, and the catastrophe was minimized."

After experiencing a lot, this kind of catastrophe has become calm in front of Bologo.

Bologo glanced at York who fell on the ground and said, "Now the ninth group is dealing with the follow-up, we just need to bring him back to the Order Bureau."

"It's already daytime." Amy reminded.

"I know I know."

As he spoke, Bologo took out the key of the crooked path, inserted it into the lock on one side of the door, and then pulled open a cloudy darkness leading directly to the club of the undead.

"Let's go."

Burrog picked up York and stepped directly into the darkness.

When the vision became clear again, Bologo had already arrived in the Undead Club. This time, there was no one in the Undead Club. Everyone might be sleeping, or they might be having fun elsewhere.

Bologo didn't have time to say hello to the others, and now he was eager to bring York back to the Bureau of Order, and let the people in Crow's Nest interrogate him carefully to see if he could get some useful information.

As for other than work, York himself... Bologo thinks that York is quite interesting. Few of the Night Race can resist the effects of bloodthirsty, let alone someone who knows nothing like York.

Under Belogo's slightly weird values, he agrees with people like York very much. He is naturally suitable for some terrible jobs, such as field staff.

Given the opportunity, Burlogo would write a letter of recommendation to York.

"This distance should not expose him."

Bologo turned and left after saying that, Amy followed closely behind him, but what the two of them didn't notice was that the blood was already sucked under the dark cloth, and as the two moved, a few drops gathered on the Together, it dripped, leaving a dark red bloodstain on the ground that Bode had carefully cleaned up.

Closing the gate, the Undead Club fell into silence again. After a while, a figure staggered out from the stairwell. He was naked, wearing only a pair of underpants, as if he had just woken up. Drink some water.

Serley got into the bar skillfully and poured himself a full glass of wine. Since the start of the bad thing about the rise of the night clan, the alcohol in his blood has exceeded the standard almost all the time.

He tried to numb his spirit and escape his problems, and in fact he succeeded in doing so.

After refilling the alcohol, Selei scratched his head, ready to go back to his room, take a nap, and continue his dream. He finally dreamed about the good things in the past, but it can't just end like this.

But when he got out of the bar and was about to walk towards the stairwell, a faint blood in the air attracted Seri's attention.As a night clan, he is extremely sensitive to blood.

If it was ordinary blood, Threi would not have paid much attention to it, but this time, he smelled a familiar smell in the blood.

A sweet, good smell.

As if recalling some good memories, Serley froze in place, his eyes were a little divergent, as if looking into the distance, but soon, he recovered from this trance state, without any sleepiness.

"what happened?"

Serley frowned and looked around, unable to figure out where this anomaly came from. You must know that the Undead Club is isolated from the world in terms of strength, and it is difficult for any outside influence to truly affect this place.

Just when Threi was confused, he suddenly slipped on the sole of his foot, and fell to the ground hard, he groaned in pain.

After he got up, he saw the scratched, scar-like bloodstain.

A burst of familiar and sweet blood came from it.

Threi whispered, "Pure blood?"

(End of this chapter)