Endless Debt

The cold wind carried the stench of blood, and the raindrops fell on Boluogo's face, like blood that had long since cooled down.

I remember that when I first came to Fengyuan Highlands, I caught up with the attack on Fengyuan Highlands. When I came back a few years later, it was like the past happened again.

Boluogo sighed helplessly. The more he thought about it, the more absurd it became. Boluogo couldn't help but laugh a few times, amused by this scene that could be called black humor.

How terrible!

"Everyone move!"

Holt's voice sounded from the front, and the members of the fourth group threw away their luggage and entered combat mode.

Without any cover-up intention, the mighty power of the Glorious One was released on Holt, like a blazing sun rising in a storm. The terrifying etheric pressure spread in all directions, immediately disturbing everyone on the battlefield.

The ether gathered and burned, and a strong glow rose from the ground, creating a pillar of light that pierced the sky. It was like a commander's flag, indicating Holt's position.

The surging wind stagnated for a moment, then turned sharply. Countless wind-eroded birds approached Holt and his party. There were also many bloodthirsty people on the ground who changed their targets and pounced on Holt.

The figures of Holt and the fourth group disappeared into the hazy rain curtain, and were replaced by terrifying ether fluctuations, distorting reality wantonly.

Fighting breaks out.

Boluogo did not act immediately. He first watched Holt and others enter the battlefield, and then looked at Hinda not far away.

The actions of the fifth group were a beat slower than Holt's. They were positioned as hunters and trackers and rarely stepped directly into such a frontal battlefield. Not to mention, they were involved in the war this time. No preparation.

"hurry up!"

Xinda urged loudly, and the team members opened the cage, and the animal companions jumped out and hovered around them.

The fifth group did not attack rashly. This chaotic battlefield was very unfavorable to them. Xinda turned back and glanced at Boluogo. The two exchanged their glances. Xinda directly led the others into the building. .

The open battlefield is not suitable for them, but it is suitable for them to clear out the enemies who have infiltrated into the building. The barking of dogs gradually faded away, leaving only luggage scattered on the ground.

Boluogo asked Church beside him, "Do you want to come with us?"

Church shook his head. After being with Afia, he did become a little more cheerful, but only a little.

"It's too chaotic here for me to be a part of."

Church said as he raised the suitcase in his hand and showed it to Boluogo again.

Boluogo nodded to express his understanding. As a narrow walker, Church is a perfect assassin. He should not be wasted on this battlefield, but used on higher-value targets. Bologgo guessed that the box contained Chekhov's gun that had killed the senator.

Aimu stuck his head out and said, "Can you help me look at the luggage?"

"This is still okay."

Church said as he took away Aimu's luggage, and then took away Boluogo's and Palmer's.

Not far away, huge fireballs were created in mid-air. They slowly and heavily hit the Morrowind Stronghold, triggering huge explosions.

Violent tremors were transmitted here without reservation, and the figures of several people shook. It felt like an earthquake. Thick smoke rose from the sunken pits, and the sound of cracking masonry continued.

A large number of wind-eroded birds flew overhead, their sharp claws like sickles, ready to cut off the heads of those who raised their heads rashly... This was indeed a battlefield like purgatory, but this did not affect Bo at all. Luo Ge and others.

They were like tired travelers. After careful instructions to Church, Boluogo handed him the suitcase containing the saw axe.

It's always troublesome to carry a box with you in battle, not to mention that Bologo didn't want it to get bloody so quickly.

"Are you done?"

Palmer's voice was slightly anxious. He controlled the strong wind mixed with storm feathers and collided with the wind-eroded birds mercilessly.

After a piercing neighing sound, the metal ruthlessly broke feathers, bones, and flesh. Batteries of fragments of flesh and blood fell from the sky, clattering to the ground, and shattered into a scarlet mass.

Boluogo looked leisurely, but Palmer couldn't be leisurely. Even if he didn't come back to live often, this place was still Palmer's hometown, and the territory he would inherit in the future. These mixtures were not only setting fire to Palmer's home is still devaluing his future wealth.

"OK OK!"

Bologg responded repeatedly. After confirming that everything was arranged properly, Church's figure gradually blurred and disappeared from the spot. Bologg raised his head and looked at the... dark iron curtain that enveloped him.

Between the gloomy clouds, rolling thunder shook the air. Each lightning was like a sharp sword, piercing the curtain of darkness and tearing the dark clouds into countless fragments. Then they came together again, indestructible.

During the storm, countless birds circled in the sky, and their voices echoed in the wind, full of sadness and fear, as if they were mourning for the coming disaster.

Another violent shock came, this time the shock was stronger than before, and even Bologo almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Palmer looked into the distance blankly, and saw a huge crack collapsing on the Morrowind Fortress, and the crack continued to expand, forming a crack that almost split the Morrowind Fortress.

Palmer could still relax before, but now his body was completely frozen, as if a bomb had exploded in his mind, making him dizzy.

Palmer tried to look away, his body crying out for fight, as if he was losing control and rushing towards the rift, but Palmer finally controlled himself and let reason prevail.

He looked at Boluogo, "I'm going to Sky Castle first."

The Skydome is the core fortress of the Morrowind Fortress and the command center of the Clerks family. To find out what is going on, Palmer must go there and also ensure the safety there.

"Well, I'm going to deal with the enemies in the gap."

Bologg said, taking out his resentment, and then Aimu took off his robe, as if wearing armor, and penetrated Bologg's body from behind.

A golden halo bloomed in Boluogo's eyes.

Palmer no longer stayed, he called out to the strong wind, and the next moment his whole body rose on the spot, the translucent skirt was released behind him, breaking the sound barrier in an instant, and galloping to the highest point of many fortresses like lightning.

Burlogo watched Palmer disappear into the sky. The clouds in the sky were rolling and changing shapes, as if they were performing a silent drama, and the theme of that drama was endless darkness and inescapable disaster.

The chirping of birds, the flash of thunder and lightning, and the roar of the storm all seem to be playing the prelude to this grand theme.

"Do you think this is a coincidence?" Bologg asked, "We just arrived, and the war broke out."

"Rather than a coincidence, I think this is more like the Disobedient Royal Court guessing our next move," Aimu's voice rang in his mind, "They want to take the initiative before us."

"Then why Morrowind Stronghold?"

Boluogo couldn't understand, "This was the last time we were attacked. Why is this the target of those who disobey the royal court? Is it just because of past hatred?"

There are many strongholds of the Bureau of Order in the Rhine League, and the base of the Clerks family, Morrowind Fortress, is undoubtedly the most difficult one to conquer, but the Disobedient Court seems to be possessed, like a tide, repeatedly Flapping.

"They're not that stupid."

Boluogo talked to himself and rejected his idea, "If hatred can blind the target so easily, then it would be too short-sighted to disobey the royal court."

Aimu followed Boluogo's words and said, "The Fortress of Morrowind has special significance to them. It is a problem that must be solved before they expand...for the "Dawn Oath"?"

Bologg looked down, and he saw that dense crowds of bloodthirsty people were climbing up the wall. Even though Bologg had released his etheric pressure, they were not afraid. On the contrary, they seemed to be inspired by blood. The movements became faster.

"No, "Breaking Oath" has long been sealed by the Bureau of Order."

Bologo calmly chopped off the head of a bloodthirsty, and snake scale liquid emerged from his cuffs. They multiplied and spread, and the liquid metal precipitated billions of sharp needles, which fell along the trajectory of gravity like a heavy rain.

Penetrating the armor, penetrating the internal organs, penetrating the flesh and blood, penetrating the bones... Just like a skilled swordsman striking tens of thousands of sword strikes in an instant, the bodies of the bloodthirsty were repeatedly penetrated and turned into fine mud. , under the poisonous pollution of death metal, the blood of the Night Clan failed to cure them at all.

Metal raindrops shuttled through the air, cutting through the quiet air and making a sharp roar.

The corpse fell into the darkness, and a few seconds later, successive explosions rose from below. The horrifying heat wave evaporated the water droplets on the wall, and with the scorching gas, the fire shot into the sky.

Biting and plaintive, it resounded throughout the world.

Boluogo looked at the piles of corpses with disdain. Judging from the effectiveness, the death metal did show a certain suppressive power. Coupled with a certain amount of silver, the snake scale liquid was enough to obliterate any night tribe that was not a pure-blooded class. .

Sporadic explosions sounded from the corpse, and Boluogo sighed, "It's still the same old thing."

The Night Clan put on armors and built-in bombs for these bloodthirsty people. This crazy suicidal offensive was indeed a force that was difficult to handle for most low-level sublimation users, but for High-level condensers, these bloodthirsty ones are not threatening at all.

Boluogo thought of something, "Aimu, who do you think Morrowind Stronghold is defending?"

"Of course it's the Night Clan, right?"

"Then why is the fortress built here? Why do the Night Clan come from the sea every time?"

Boluogo said, looking towards the end of the dim sea, where the waves were restless and the thunder was rolling, like a land of chaos that refused to be calm all day long.

According to official records, there are a large number of ether vortex points gathered in that sea area, constantly disturbing reality and distorting the laws of physics.

Legend has it that part of the unstoppable wind in Fengyuan Highland comes from that sea area.

Bologo remembered the name of that sea area.

"Aimu," Boluogo said suddenly, "I seem to have found the location of the Land of Eternal Night."

On top of the endless angry sea.